The Silent Lips Poem by Antonio Liao

lasted
for a decade
until the silent
break out
into explosion, the hour
comes to judgment
that captures the whole
pond of
beauty

idyllic
desire hold
the pondering bits of
joy,
wonder by every heart, of
what comes first
if
the sky has no stars, for
where the twinkling rays
spark there
the zooming flash of breath
stay

wish
there is no dumb
in a lips that
cry; push out to the limit,
the off-rugged cloths
show the inside
for no one dies, if only always
is not a goodbye