let <br />every walk be <br />the beginning of success, <br />the determination <br />of what will be the coming day <br />for a blissful eye of the future has <br />reach the journey you want <br />to flee <br /> <br />sake and seek <br />that comes and may and may not <br />go, the angels wait <br />and help your way, the ended <br />passion turn it wings <br />to fly with you; shoulder all <br />of what was given, it’s the yoke that <br />push every sky to blow <br />each wish with a happy <br />ending <br /> <br />make the best Cup <br />with a handle and grip off a <br />solid hand never <br />its feet to cuff, see and tangle <br />those happy memories, <br />the silent of the hot coffee <br />fun your brittle hand and <br />breaks it gently <br /> <br />lift it high, the smoke of boiled <br />scent will fly in the nostril <br />says goodbye …..<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cup-without-a-handle/
