Leaders Of The Candle Light Poem by Antonio Liao

devoid my birth the focusing hope that,
never fail, callous without mark the beginning
of what will be the past; like wind mill of
the time of Don Quixote of the night

the savors of the last dinner looks us the
trembling bound for what will be the next flight
surely it flies in the heaven of the sky

come blinks soon, as never before and flame
the gorges strength that each winning day
of what will be yesteryears come back of a
faded soul to what you tell

letting go would catch the thundering step
of a lasting trail of why a fading light of victory,
has turn the tide into a champion of great
sudden glance of the heart

blow chances that weak the heart, for thou the
mind can find the vigor of a lighted candle in
the darkest night forever is seen ….