leave me not my pen, go and stay with me
my immortal dream persuade you to looks
at me, dragging every inch of an ink fuse
in my nervously happy feeling, eludes the fear
of wasting every moment of my day
I have seen the shadow of the night and touch
the morning sun where every blink drops of
tears sweetens the taste of star, underneath my
strand of sweet words it stand....the poem
suite me to every shooting star, from the
Milky way to the black whole where nobody
understand lives as it turn and run in single day
in the sun, only a level of every minute is mute
for what ever is told, the hearts of a poet
foretold, the meaning of what is a day
enkindle my dream of ecstasy and color my
vision of what is beauty, remember me always
that for a countless moment of my pen is a life
it takes and a particles it bleaks, leave me no
more, I am gone forever
oh! my pen, behold you have fold me, to know
more than I know, you have bridge me to foresee
what every soul has to believe, you have tangle
my emotion to write every poise of what is being
seen and true, now that you have made and make
of what I am today, live with me and be with me
until then........I depart……
Antonio Liao
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