The touching Night
lay
in bed listening
the whisper of the night
telling the breezing
wind that touches
my skin to hide my teary
eyes to sleep
oh!
bright sky,
feel my dawning sadness
of perfume of
gladness, the wore heart comes
to fall beneath the cliff of
waiting calmness on the floor
of my pebble angered
of the past
come
to myself and wonder
each hand
the glance of the beautiful and wonderful
world of hope,
as you rejoice my loving moment
of staying in your cool night
of beauty and ecstasy, where my heart
will always stay forever
in a dream
I
have nothing than to
lay down today.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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