On Heroes Ground

flirt your self in the eve of the rising
sun, for nothing of a minute you
close your eyes, not a single words you
utter nor a flip of shadow of
goodbye tells you that the night
does fall my dear

everybody wants to be near, yet
everyone caught in the dark, what
makes it sense, ah! all seems to be
happy for the coming day has return to
the an endless bright of the night comes
the lonely soul in the darkest day

live my spirit the hero of my blood in
the ground, marching to begin the
end, while my flesh wonder of where
to step, as lou my dirt of my foot

hide my shadow of the past, the naked
eye sees the path I walk, tender my
soul, long to be with the heaven sky
I wait...

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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