like a flavor hand of the clock, pointing from north
to south, as the west direction reflected on the east;
the round table corners the time and goes beyond
the dominion of the past, when the night comes to stay
for another day has welcome today of tomorrow
travel, has transgress the exhausted body and the
longing just to let my desire to earn, penny with a far
away from my dear beloved children, nostalgia the
deepest heart for another vacation with my family
my aspiration has build beautiful house; vineyard,
expensive car, yacht, farm, visit magnificent places,
yet when the soul is empty, it's just a weather without
the prefume scented in the petal of eternity
wish every tears falling down in the golden future, that
await nothing but a nightingale of unspoken desire of
whispering shadow of silent ears
let the standing pleasure of unforgivable hope to wonder
in the foreign land, wait to print in the mud in every
sand; it goes and past, until the tide of the shore wash the
precious dream to touch the dream that ever dream in the
morning sun......
' a poem dedicated to the OFW.....our dear present day
Heroes'
Aon
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-land-shake-with-honey/
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