worth is life to exist, nothing to loose, many <br />has to gain, in pain and suffering the new <br />hope is tasted and the sour of honey, <br />sweeten the bees that mixed, until the last <br />tears dropp spilled in every tongue swept <br /> <br />bucket full of memories, saddle the moment <br />nay! return the moist that dew, in the sudden <br />time, life goes its fulfillment what ever it goes <br />you'll always be remembered till the hour has <br />come in the end the soul become in the soil <br />it fall, last for eternity <br /> <br />life has to go on, as tear dropp may fall in the <br />season of harvest; but never be blind, <br />everything has to be melted like candle and <br />the snow in the desert, that before it falls it <br />turn into a morning dew in the mourning mist, <br />at the edge of the sand in the shores <br /> <br />let me not turn my face, in the expected of the <br />unexpected, sees no pain but wound in the <br />flesh as it turns its cut and swollen, my heart <br />waited until the last breathe i offer to exist <br /> <br />return myself in the beginning of the end, until <br />my whole body purify the soul of flame in your <br />way........<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bucket-of-tears/
