Show Me The Finger And I'Ll Give You Eleven Poem by Antonio Liao

Let me cry and the tears will cover you with joy,
the face lure to smile but the lips humble to
look your hands

make my laughter turn to delight for I always
think that someone has turn my sadness to joy, I just
come to welcome you with hope believing that
the sun will calm the dew in your hand

wait nothing than a weight of dunes carried away by the
wind; blown out of anger of dew in the falling rain, thou
the flower is fully grown to fall

tell the clouds that speak of the thundering sky for
the wind capture the wings of the birds to fly, surf
wherever you go and venture the night to gymslips the
dawn of turmoil siege of dusk