what mean to be broken, should be forgotten and
what if the cup is to drink, the table and the chair is
used for a meal, the purpose is made not for
nothing just to fade
what ever smell, the nose is offset to feel, not all
of what is heard is worth to tell; for anything that
is good come from a flattering sense
the lips that cry, leaves a heart that fly, if the wings
has to stay, the leg has to jump, all has to look the
voice that flee for anyone have to say, the truth will
always set us free
a painful truth has its bladed sword, which cuts
every tongue, who break the silent of the lamp, the
beginning is what you always dream, in the end,
your the chosen one that God makes you great and
gives his wisdom, for you to give the wonderful
thanks.....to Him, who understand of who you
are in life
take and please yourself in every face of God...your
always be blessed.......the truth in your lips spread
to anyone who believe of what you believed that
the wings has whisper the sky, where the eternity
lay
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-thing-tells-big-and-something/
