what mean to be broken, should be forgotten and <br />what if the cup is to drink, the table and the chair is <br />used for a meal, the purpose is made not for <br />nothing just to fade <br /> <br />what ever smell, the nose is offset to feel, not all <br />of what is heard is worth to tell; for anything that <br />is good come from a flattering sense <br /> <br />the lips that cry, leaves a heart that fly, if the wings <br />has to stay, the leg has to jump, all has to look the <br />voice that flee for anyone have to say, the truth will <br />always set us free <br /> <br />a painful truth has its bladed sword, which cuts <br />every tongue, who break the silent of the lamp, the <br />beginning is what you always dream, in the end, <br />your the chosen one that God makes you great and <br />gives his wisdom, for you to give the wonderful <br />thanks.....to Him, who understand of who you <br />are in life <br /> <br />take and please yourself in every face of God...your <br />always be blessed.......the truth in your lips spread <br />to anyone who believe of what you believed that <br />the wings has whisper the sky, where the eternity <br />lay<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-thing-tells-big-and-something/
