When You Turn Around Poem by Antonio Liao

eyes wait
the twilight to open the swollen
tears wait, until the night welcome
the morning light,
gorgeous as the lips that touches
the smooth skin
in your refreshing crown
raise adore

quick flashes
the growing follower to bloom,
push to the waving leaves
that tenderly kisses
the moisturizing eyes of the early
butterfly wish, fallen
like dew in the forest thirst
of the rainbow, the heart
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bow the lasting glances
of the Bees, showing the lifelines
of the quest of the
sweet perfume of the night, the
wish that wonder the lasting smell of the
fragrance reveals
my dear

tenderly sweet the smell that touches
my nose,
I’ll surely die …..