What matter most...

a sweat glance dances
in the skin,
moisturize the soft gill of
smooth and fragrance smell
beneath the skin

words envy every whisper
off, even the color
of the rainbow follow the sun
to dry, thou the clouds
gone in the night
sight, the cooled breeze
wish to refresh, callous of what
the star wait

you may take what is darkness
and hold every breathe that I keep
but the looming hatred
scan my pain and wish
to find what makes it
a really gain

the you who have drops
my eager,
and force me to walk extra miles for
nothing leaves
my pain to joy, than to cast my
painless acceptance of sacrifice
of love

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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