Sweet Thorn

smile never give laughter
as the sunshine gives not
a strom of distress, for
today is not the past to
capture but a memories
to believe that life hold
the essence of rebirth
from nothing to something
of every beginning

leverage of deception
cause no pain, nor break
what the heart desire, it
need the passion to
surrender of what all a man
have in life

the flesh of life lust the body
to gain perfection, yet wait
the final hour for a perfect
return and move every high
of dungeon reach the moment
to lay down every corner of
lasting memory of joy

sweet as it bleeds, breathe
everlastingly in the kingdom
of the beyond, for each body is
ONE with anybody

poem by Antonio Liao
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