I walk in the aisle of the corridor and gaze at the seashore, <br />where I used to stay in the early morning of my house, the <br />night comes dazzling with the sun, as the clouds rushing <br />molding with the early bird flapping there wings in the sunny <br />mode of the dawning light mingling of the cooled breeze of <br />the monsoon wind <br /> <br />the hushing blow of wave, sprouted like a rainbow in the <br />showering sky, so deeply in touch of the sands in the naked <br />stones beneath the sloping cliff in the high dunes of sand, a <br />distance view in my beautiful nipa hut near the pavement <br />slope in the golden glow of light of the morning sun <br /> <br />as the moving water gallop the ocean current, the ocean floor <br />with its strength mumble in the rushing stones, forcing to <br />clap the water blown in the sand as its stand, sunk as it sang <br />the beautiful tunes as it sprang and the water bubble like a fish <br />slowly moving to reach the sudden rod of the fisherman hands <br /> <br />like wind that passes, swiftly in our faces, like sunlight touches <br />our braces, our dreams closes our passage to live what we <br />believe, always stop when we are there, all the way it <br />embraces of what it should be, for everything is not yet the <br />final day <br /> <br />sale and sail always your way for in every corner the angels <br />stay with thee, don't stop until you find the right way for in the <br />end you can buy a wings like angel who always see the <br />beautiful day, and your heart will always stay the precious <br />wings of angel that fly with thee<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-for-sale/
