wishing bell rings rusted <br />without pain <br />while seated in a lagoon full of <br />Flowers drop, <br />cliff in the stone <br /> <br />in a night <br />the window capture the shadow <br />of the sky, counting like balloon <br />dream off many <br />color to fly, life lives like <br />celebrity without spotlight in the <br />floor <br /> <br />weird than to live <br />in simple <br />plate, where the snail grown in the <br /> <br />wilderness of dew, flashes <br />catch every face <br />groom in culture of smile <br /> <br />ask may not for nowhere my <br />heart start, speak shall not for <br />tomorrow will be all right <br /> <br />decent hail me fool the dry get <br />wet...<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-healer-2/
