Flirting Wind
gallops
like shadow of the rainbow,
suddenly goes around
waiting to possess, beyond its echo
of the past
wondering to settle down in the most
comfortable breathe
of wisdom
smooth grasps
into the level
of sweet romance, thou nothing
fume the poison of the halos
beneath every saint, but warm of
great love holds the glance
of the diamond feel of
golden days of waiting into the
horizon of greed
that captures the future of
today, deny falling beyond the image of
bright, as it take the hope
to remember the
coming day to stay in thy bosom arm of
the flirting wind
to die
come and leave me to fly, thou the
wind of sweet goodbye.
poem by Antonio Liao
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