My Heart Zeal's With The Angels Poem by Antonio Liao

My Heart Zeal's With The Angels



as my lips capture the whole taste, my
heart murmur the deleted past
of where the echo resounded with hope that
makes of what is today's decision

eagerness waits no regrets, even
the pool is fully grown of
spoon; the mean remain the same, a done
than gone in the race


the speed winged the wind,
the further it goes the lower it brings;
that's the tempted emotional distress of
destruction, whistle the tag

pull me back down to the level of the
clouds, for whatever touches the feather
it lunches the wings to speed and surf the wind

Monday, November 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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