Rhythms Of The Soul... Poem by Antonio Liao

let the earth crumple and sake the world, for the
droplets of rain, touches the hidden blues of the
sky

let the rain pour out the sea and break the wall of
fear for the trouble wave wait the rock to capture
the shallow grave of sand, beneath the nightingale
of the night

let all the wind sleep in the swollen face of the
falling tears in the ground of doubt for the whole
hope loose taste of what the button pain brings
mark of the past

let the wonderful shinning armor of the brave hand,
hit the snooze surface and wake you up that, life is
but a breathe of forgiveness of glittering passion
with out return

walk with heart and leave nothing but a hope of a
new beginning, it’s the rhythms of the soul...