Whistle The Wind Poem by Antonio Liao

a purist cloth
vanish the pride of honor, touches
the glorious day of every pride,
screw within
the fountain of humbleness, as life is off,
the model of kind beginning

oh! water spring
of the nestle wings, comfort my
tiredness and let my golden age squeezed
the desire I bring,
today and tomorrow’s trail of
life destined, live beyond
its priceless masterpiece
of the lively wind

you’ve been the centerpiece
with the belfry of
my desire and the tendering response
of everything where my
grandest design
of the future dream

come my favorite destination,
await the breathtaking
heart; expose always in the wind
and brings me
to the majestic view of squeamish birth,
the pleasure
is your command, as my soul heard;
the quivering call of ruin
fools I kept it on

yayee! listen
to my great adventure, the journey
has found the fountain of ride
in the mountain
of pride …..