Feet of Clay
I understand that you are there, watching every move
counting every breathe of a battle that never take, where
every glaring post has to go, of no doubt to loose and
win the victory with all the cost
brave companion of silent dawn, spot on the corner of
makes the good things happen, and leads to bind a little
tie, where my heart has come for to long
I am not and was born to perfect my entity, a great
nowhere I stand ease the pain of the wound receive from
my enemies, switching all the kind of suffering and pain,
struck in my flesh yet, my spirited courage dislodge my
sweet tears In the Calvary, a cap’s lock of my love
amongst men
swollen, but not tearing apart, parting but not saying
goodbye the crack of stone in the moist of the snow,
powered to hug the swollen feet my salvation comes to
point
brawns my lips as the jubilation ends says goodbye ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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