The forgiven Angel
beam of light passes thru the night of frozen dust in the
mid-air, waiting to blow like a pyramid that ready to show;
a turning fashion in every road to go
black as a knight, view by many who want to surf the sky,
but nothing comes than a bright comet; beautiful seems
not easy to see, yet! behold the eyes that feel and wonder
the glory that never exist
cease the heaven gate, the feather calls like springs that
fall, power only by each wing, glorified to enter the highest
glow; the wonderful sky, is like a forbidden touch, to see
the heaven’s abode
a little split of drops of prayer the wings can pass the sky.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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