Piece Of Mind... Poem by Antonio Liao

oh! dry spill water my spell, thirst fill the
hill, dying but, not sipping in the mud, of
everybody’s mad

walk down the silent rope, the vintage line
comes to troops, marching toward and forward
the pieces of proof readied lying to dirt, to end,
to burnt with nothing to lost, now delay my flesh,
until I survive

leave me not, collapse thirst watering holes
dying for a little dropp to drink, full yet! emptied
grasping hands sake of a thirsting lips, a losing,
breathe of the sky await, stay clouds that tears
the eyes is falling to the ground

Its must be the curtain drops of tears, that open
the gate I always say I love goodbye, fulfill
working destiny and let no one regret your lasting
feet slaking throat, that raining days has to be
free

washing those silent feet of cleaning, the wet has
just leaves the sandstone to gain, sip ….


A poem dedicated to 2010 drought …..