Aimless Journey Poem by Antonio Liao

let me tell you Dear
that all
will just pass away but neither my BEING
be sway from the lips
of my heart
be my feet and you're my hand in this
valley of tears

for the mountains we stay is so steep
easy to climb and hard to reach
nay our sweat will
return and our thirst be hold to the end
stay with me tell

our skin depart for the sun calls the
sand to rest
until then dismay will surrender and
comes no more