oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that <br />twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand, <br />tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your <br />mother's tear <br /> <br />you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain, <br />labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout <br />like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother <br />dream <br /> <br />a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of <br />summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the, <br />night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your <br />loved father and mother cribs <br /> <br />like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue, <br />awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so <br />especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction <br />it brings <br /> <br />each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied <br />soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty <br />a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature <br />tranquility <br /> <br />life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves, <br />the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind, <br />will brings to the sea of life everlasting <br /> <br />' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God' <br /> <br />l<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dunes-2/
