The Blind Has To Say, Listen My Brother...... Poem by Antonio Liao

look the flower in the meadow, as the butterflies
eagerly sweeping its nectar of sweet pollen, with the
bees dazzlingly hurdle the zooming wings amongst
the leaves of huge ants

feel the coldness’ of the breezing wind coming from
the purple roses, as it molded the spider in the each
leaf for a dinning grasshopper witness the returning
frog in the shelter of the holed rat

as the sky closing its curtain of the day, the melody
of the birds harmonize the distance wondering crickets
to say goodbye, pushing the wave to calm the horizon
of the ray of the twilight, beneath the clear blue ocean

see the broken guitar and hear the flute of the blind,
all comes in harmony with no fear in every hand, for a
heart that knows remember always the soul that call,
dress with nothing yet! eat with the few in the hyacinth
of prayer

light now, that obstruct, learn to feel the night
and touch the burning sun in your eyes, never be afraid,
all are just to start, but know and learn the
basic love....... accept