Off Today

where the door is close, wish that it will be open, see the
naked self and ask for nothing than a blessing that a wish
of cleverness embrace the loneliness of ages come

find the glance of grace, as the hands wrinkle the
dying blossom flesh of yesteryear's alertness as it
past the glory of wonderful moment of vagueness, whom
the conqueror's fate has suddenly fade

wisdom loose to dream, where the brave still fight
to see the victory, tongue split no words, by the node,
everything come to find the glorified hero of the
past, stand stood as it used to be, for every strength is
but a sweat of sweet remembrance of what
is today be Alive

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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