dust has to return, night has a day <br />as the sky in the heaven, the night has fall into darkness <br /> <br />the air blown to the highest height, the wave return to the shore <br />as the moutain tall looks in the ocean floor, the bird sings <br /> <br />man has to find, the destiny it brings <br />as the flowers that blooms, the stream goes to the river raged <br /> <br />birth that laugh, to the pangs it offers <br />as the gift tastes, the sweet rejoice in the halos of midst <br /> <br />brings as you gives, the heart that survive, to the laughter that pass by <br />make the best for everything you take, all are just fake, to what you made <br /> <br />the sounding joy you hears, is what you know that, all are just new, where everything will be for you <br /> <br />moment is true, time is made, days are counted, in the birth life <br />has started, live the best and God take the rest <br /> <br />air is but a breath in the end we will pass, clean the heart, the purest <br />soul make it last, for the gold is not silver and everything will turn to <br />dust<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-are-not-silver/
