The Troubled Bee Poem by Antonio Liao

I am just always flying,
surfing the sky
laughing the clouds and soaring
the wind, hail on me
the feather touching my wings, gliding and
breezing my feet that powered my speed

come follow me; paddle your energy
where the deeper have
fallen me down, beyond the horizon
of deep sleep, I am almost to fall until
suddenly the cool air breathe me
inside my hammock Plato

the sky keeps me folding down to the
mountain of rock, as I heard the
chumming sweet melody of the
bird, asking my mistake, and the
hour have risen from the night, that gently
await my daylight of joy

feel now the tremendous tears of passion
that zeal every pain of memories,
thou the wind have just keeps
me remembering that even the Bee, capture
every pain of lies, let then
be the gesture of hope that
tangle my mind and risen from every fault
of sorry to review the sorrow of
pain in my heart

sting where freedom lives,
the fangs of growth stream the mercy of
compassion and love;
for in every tears
birth the glory of success, and nothing
exist without the sorry of mistake, as you
move forward the shadow
of your smile
forward beyond the imagination of laughter
and it’s the beginning of your lies
to correct the wind that close in the sky

I have just return the trust, thou
the closing wind trusted the rings in your
finger...