Glad that you see

much more can the eyes can speak, yet the lips
just murmur and poke a little thou eyebrows tells
of what is today and tomorrow will be glad to say

first comes from the end of every beginning, mastering
of what is new to see, nay a sharp harpoon catches a
fish without a throw or sling find a stone with only
air to bring

the echo finds meaning when the ear feel, the distance
that finds a friend and shows me the smile, for laughter
begins in a simple accolade, whom everything goes to
a matter of seeing you again

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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