When you came...

wept out from the ocean,
as the wave of loneliness frolic
on the desire of emptiness,
anchored in the stock file
of solid surrender where I go

gone somewhere
the vast sand I seat
waiting in a distance sight of
a fairy land, only a whisper
of the wind carve my destiny the
wishing echo of where
I belong can stay with me

until the sweet dunes blown
facing that I never want to meet,
a chilled laughter
calling my dream to wake
as if they want me to take before
I almost go

you might as well have found dearest
one, but thanks its
over the night have already gone...

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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