Water in the dry land

water spoils the day, when party is
gone, not a waste of time as if you're
have bath in the sun, what a big deal
will it come, when dry spell hit in
the land

water always looks up in the throat,
for almost all sweat run to close
every lip and your eyes gently glitter
every time you want to talk, knowing
it that, you want not to breath,
unnoticed that you're already falling
asleep

furious you seem innocent, lying
down in the style you want to be, but
remember the eloquent you may be,
gesture the netted water in your
stunning wit of humane you'll be

elegant face you survive, the stylish
memoirs you prose, yet the dried mind
need sprinkle water to resist as the
great sun goes to down not for you to
exist

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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