Medicine of the Soul

oh!
angels of everlasting
time,
behold the words
that always kept thy words
eternally fuse
in my heart, choice not on
to end each mouth and let the lips
whisper the truth
of wisdom, be carried for a million years

Jerk may come
in all my knees, until the wizard I
pray leads my stone to rest,
mine is the
waiting game the prize that gear
my hope to a sudden
stay of life
regret not and, let me scum my lasting memory
with my beloved one
I am awake

humid my breathe of the words,
unspoken to my heart
and feel the tiding salvation I wait
of fearless spear
into my soul, of where
my life survive with a promise
of what life may turn
to dust, the
dunes of heaven best
I belong

let every fume
shower
my whole self and lock me
to the fine welcome
of my lasting soul
of humility,
there I cry till I‘ll be going for endless stay

vividly the falling
leaves always refresh my tears with thee,
and let every words of eternity leads my soul to flee ….

poem by Antonio Liao
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