Distance Doesn'T Matter Poem by Antonio Liao

alone and cascading in motion, affected
yet not hurt, the mole swollen as the droplets
of tears touches the pain

give me some moist and warm my cool body
for nothing hold my
knee than to cry in my cocol, of f where the cried
there I am lost

pack all the packages and rush to find
the address, the distance can wait, thou the
sky puts it limit, for every run the sweat
return to the ground

You're far away from me yet! so near to see
and as the bottle is full; the ground is so control
find always the means is leading you go and the
past is gone but the door is open to see


... you came, you r gone and the wind blew to any
direction, thou the rain keeps me calling
your name