Rocky Pick Poem by Antonio Liao
Rocky Pick
cliff
horn every step, as it
whistle the enduring flip
thou nothing left except the
falling clip, fall like nestle
bird seeing the water feet
drown me
like a kite in a distance land
as i will always stand; venture every
stream and throw like a wasted game
that gives me a rain, wait dear
winner celebrate the bang over
the the glorious plan
the rocky road has always make us
damn
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