The Rusting Ring

faded in the milieu of time, for
the yesteryears come no mercy than to rush
beyond the past, seeing than of what is today
as it watches the gallon surf the high tide of
the ocean, laughing and crushing the wave
that hurdle every cliff of no return

midnight calls the bell, even the darkness smile
for peace, amaze the gorgeous face of a new
fingers wrap with soft linen cloth
of promise, to stay forever, till shadow cover's
the wooden curtain 10 ft below the grown

hey! cute the hour is certain to come but the
body lies in the wooden ground, view to rush
and nothing left than a moist of dirt and dust
mixed in the soil of nothingness

be the best of soil that fertile the ground
and stay for a life time to grow...

poem by Antonio Liao
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