Seedless Faith

Tell me my dream, capture the truth of
momentous breathe, dilute my nude being
and hold me every
gate of a rendezvous affair for I’ll die
soon to rebirth my joyous tale of what life
may brings

fail may not the horoscope of many
years I waited to see my fate, tangled with
emotion
the days to come, as it hurdles until sweat fall into
the ground I return

taste the blood that folds each beginning, nothing
has lost than a wish to surrender
every desire of lust
beyond any wind to blow as it goes of the
satisfying reason to leave, even time has live me not to
wait

touch me, oh! touch, as you go leave me not
than a joy in
my face, truly I’m gone...

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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