wishing bell rings rusted
without pain
while seated in a lagoon full of
Flowers drop,
cliff in the stone

in a night
the window capture the shadow
of the sky, counting like balloon
dream off many
color to fly, life lives like
celebrity without spotlight in the
floor

weird than to live
in simple
plate, where the snail grown in the

wilderness of dew, flashes
catch every face
groom in culture of smile

ask may not for nowhere my
heart start, speak shall not for
tomorrow will be all right

decent hail me fool the dry get
wet...

Antonio Liao

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