A Cup without a Handle

let
every walk be
the beginning of success,
the determination
of what will be the coming day
for a blissful eye of the future has
reach the journey you want
to flee

sake and seek
that comes and may and may not
go, the angels wait
and help your way, the ended
passion turn it wings
to fly with you; shoulder all
of what was given, it’s the yoke that
push every sky to blow
each wish with a happy
ending

make the best Cup
with a handle and grip off a
solid hand never
its feet to cuff, see and tangle
those happy memories,
the silent of the hot coffee
fun your brittle hand and
breaks it gently

lift it high, the smoke of boiled
scent will fly in the nostril
says goodbye …..

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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