Sweet Memories Poem by Antonio Liao

dare me to look the flower to bloom
the garden is ready to catch
and the falling rain
that touches the canticle of the songs

the bell keeps on ringing and
the birds had already
made every tune, the rushing zooms of
the bee nurture the pollen
flower to bloom

dashing like cascading flows of stream
echo in a distance, yet! the leaves
fall into the ground of surrender'
come let me do the broken dried leaves to
refresh the moist of innocent due

..to love you more than wings of the wind