My being stands to judge my emptiness and <br />let me lead the radiant hope of your dream, to reach <br />the zooming aspiration of heart; a motionless of <br />desire in my soul <br /> <br />I’m may be a hero you've not seen, a flower <br />that bloom's in the desert of beautiful faces, a water <br />fresh flowing from a dirty stream, where fish <br />wish and like to swim, I may not be the bird that flies <br />in the highest sky, just let my beautiful wings <br />spread and bring you to end, leaving you with no pain <br />as you stay beneath the feather i’ll go <br /> <br />Leave nothing for me in the air instead brings me to <br />stay, the oozing spirit gently sway, in the midst wind i <br />can see the way, and bring all the flowers i give <br />for thee, for the flight i'll take is high and fast as it <br />could be <br /> <br />Hold on the flowers and smell the fragrance <br />while you’re on the way, its spell like fairy tale, yet! <br />live it and face reality, for the flower i give <br />will hold you to the end; the humid beginning of <br />flowering bloom’s in the air <br /> <br />Here's a new flower for you.....Darling <br /> <br /> <br /> Diao Anton <br /> <br /> <br />“ A poem dedicated to Dr. Arcelita B. Zamoras “<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flower-for-you-3/
