richness of the experiences leads one moment to <br />see, the splendid venue of the future, where the soul <br />blinds the gloomy light that brings pain to touch in <br />the horizon of the night <br /> <br />reckons, my heart where the child Lilies blooms in thy <br />bosom arm of thy mother's charm, oh! let me touch <br />the naked breast of my lips that lure me to taste the <br />honey bee that makes me free in the day when I was <br />born <br /> <br />now it’s me, to look beyond the things that mold me, <br />the time of the moment of all the moments, that I <br />lead my way to the path of where I stay, alas! brings <br />me the cup that satisfied my thirst, a milk that subdue <br />my strength <br /> <br />feel the splendor of the morning sun, like dunes in the sea <br />of the desert sand, an oasis of storm in the land I can't be <br />fun, where my trimmed heart mixed with magic wand, and <br />take me to the place; then I will lay down my hand <br /> <br />please turn and fix my wonderful pieces in the stormy sea I <br />can’t see...........<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fix-my-broken-pieces-of-yesterday/
