Lift The Frog Poem by Antonio Liao

steam of stream capture the boat,
tranquil the paddle,
sudden the speed
nurture the clouds passing the day,
the moment have just started
to land the shore


cried no tears the lips murmur
where the distance wait,
the shadow settle. oh! sweet of memories
birth the beginning that never
fail, for like dungeon with empty
cell

need me not to open the door;
like flower
of green petal that never fall, blue ocean
of which I stand, wait
me in the paradise shine
of who is the fool







the shore it