This is a very special poem i've written for my employer's son Cham Cheuk Yin.Him and his parents were very good to me inspite of my flaws.I am greatful for their help during my worst moments,especially Yin,an angel to this world that's full of filthy lies and Judas.He serves as my strength and my joy.

Sweet Cheuk Yin's silver words That flows on gentle air Like a thousand rainbows' chords Pluck by angels' feather. Whom in this agony I'll beg for mercy?

It's sweet Cheuk Yin's silver words That melts my frosty day His smiles are my metal swords To fight the bullets of disarray. How I maintain this rented breathe After all the painful threats?

Well,it's Cheuk Yin's silver words That gave me golden showers From a plastic romantic tale that's absurd It smoothed my pain in gentle manners The purest light of heaven against elfin's rife It opened me to another sagacity of life.

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Airyn, I believe poetry is the language of the soul, and you do justice to the art form. I have enjoyed reading your poetry (the few I've read . . . I also read some on your blog page). Thank you for writing about pain, abuse, Judases . . . real subjects that are the REALITY for so many in our broken world.

Thank you for writing, too, about angels and "silver words" and rainbows :) There is beauty in our world; there is beauty in humanity. Beauty overcomes pain and keeps hope alive!

Wish you many blessings!