Fulfilled Emptiness Poem by Antonio Liao

dried up
in the darkness
of the sun,
tremble in the shadow of the
wind yet savor
the thirsting numb
of my shoulder
that bleeds the memories of pain,
there the cup I stand
and wait
till the evening comes

oh! wet bleeds me in the corner
of the gate
haul thou respite the sweeten cool
as your touch of your smile,
bring the tiding I sleep
until the
serendipity now refrain my breath

come hibernate
your charm, the night falls
to the ground and
I am wake, even the foe lingers the
pain that the leaves wave
the soaring
wind

capture and stay...