Wet Diamond

thigh so clearly in the dimension of beauty,
the freezing fingers hold you so smoothly
neither with a breathless touch nor leave
painful mark in the eyes that behold as it
glows

dried as gold, whistle in the fume of fire
until the clear sky glitter as anybody can see,
let every fire darken the space, for only in
the galluthen of polishing dunes, it shines
like a feather in the rainbow of the sky

life as it comes to an end, in the beacon of
every heart and the soul remembered the dirt
of each foot like a nightmare ardently shun
the eye that clings the beauty of the beholder,
now give me all what the day knew not for
the heaven has come to its clear sky of what is
being wet, for life goes and says bye in the
lonely transformation of a passing soul

ride on dear crystal clear pure heart, the
Diamond polishes your destiny forever ……

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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