Smile The Power Of Hope Poem by Antonio Liao

late of that night, silent pause a little
while, where cellulite of thunder settle down
upon the hood of the sun

come and let be the time to stand, ringing
like Bell, waking up the birds to fly up
into the golden fun

wise could be, honest got it easy, to attain
the wasted hour, for nothing leaves than to
start the smile of the moment you love
to stay

find the hope to wrinkle, until the
strength hold your day...