Lasting Vow Poem by Antonio Liao

See the humid air, thou
its empty To the eyes, yet humble
to feel the sudden
touch of the skin, waiting to be
top; a sole of refreshing thirst
enkindle the mind

tell me, mine me, and
touch me for nothing is whiter
than a snow will close the heaven
of memories, as to
be remembered than today; a
crystal reflection
of what we saw in the past, mirror
in the coming days to come

an Ageless lagoon will always
be the beginning of a
renewed vow of truth, a lasting
promise of goodbye
without leaving in time …