The Last Call Poem by Antonio Liao

just a little smile, reminds the
wrinkle to tear apart, and the
whole face rejuvenate to
grow

the last point is the end of
every beginning, as whisper
breathe of what is life, the
sweat brings blooming flower
to sprout again, leaving the
pain behind leads every
sadness to joyous atmosphere

hear the last call, for a moment
of a minute you’re on the lasting
paradise, a resting beginning of
an endless passion of the soul

take in, you’re most welcome …..