Purified Flame Poem by Antonio Liao

stretch out
your wings, focus beyond the turmoil wind
and never lost faith, let every distance be part
of you're own fading destiny

leave and conquer
of what the spirit can go,
the lone highway is neither cool nor dark,
for every hair placidly fall into the ground
of no return have remember
the humble beginning of
your life

let the passing scene makes a mark, for even
the angels touch your tears of flame in the eternal
honeycomb of sweet remembrance of today and as
you fly cease the wind and let the wings
purified the journey of somewhere to
hold, for it might be end of our stay

go.....sometime.....