The Knighted Clown
comes
the brave and stubborn
piece of clot
of the earth full of
wisdom and humble
to believe,
with its shinning armor gallantly
hold and gently
adore of silver wishing the sky
to bow down,
as the heaven looks
down the earth,
beneath the crumble grounded nest
of dust
oh!
shifted face of the clouds,
the green flocks
of Lilies is not you’re
to command,
for even the wind close
the reflecting sun to
shine, at the lurking of the night
shadow, to rest
neither the less
find always the window of sneaking
Spirit and behold
the paradise that breath
of a dream; for
nothing than, a single dropp of moist
capture the sting of pain
in every arm that
love
indulge
the glorified taste of love
endlessly hibernate
its waiting
Dear …
poem by Antonio Liao
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