mourn
the day where you where born,
morn the moment
when you
will return, stay calm,
be in your
self: for the day is wasted,
waiting the rain that
dried in
the wind for only the thirst that fills,
the
eye that close
as the mouth that breathe, in the
nostril
it blinks forever lease
from
dust, till life
ends return to.......eternity
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flameless-torch/
