worth is life to exist, nothing to loose, many
has to gain, in pain and suffering the new
hope is tasted and the sour of honey,
sweeten the bees that mixed, until the last
tears dropp spilled in every tongue swept
bucket full of memories, saddle the moment
nay! return the moist that dew, in the sudden
time, life goes its fulfillment what ever it goes
you'll always be remembered till the hour has
come in the end the soul become in the soil
it fall, last for eternity
life has to go on, as tear dropp may fall in the
season of harvest; but never be blind,
everything has to be melted like candle and
the snow in the desert, that before it falls it
turn into a morning dew in the mourning mist,
at the edge of the sand in the shores
let me not turn my face, in the expected of the
unexpected, sees no pain but wound in the
flesh as it turns its cut and swollen, my heart
waited until the last breathe i offer to exist
return myself in the beginning of the end, until
my whole body purify the soul of flame in your
way........
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bucket-of-tears/
