Swollen Like Pearl Poem by Antonio Liao

lasting sweet memories
never dies, it capture the past
and remember the
time; ended like carousel of
ages in a fashion of joy

tears of worth, wishing
to cool down the eager bodied
through mind's breezing heart of
woes

lend me your hand my lips is
calling the pain of your glory;
as you never deed before
pushing me up, thou I wanted
to go down while my hands tremble
waiting to fall

my broken pieces languish in
the doom and my head calls
for a drink... I am tired