Brew
Sense something strange prompt pretty plain,
Taut tension thrills wit's winding way;
Reap rapture's range grip glimpsing gain,
Ask apt appeal pushing prime play;
Note nimble now frame fleeting form,
Grace grows gently such sculptures sweet;
Etch end endow nurture nice norm.
Bloom bright briskly by bursting beat,
Rivers run red to trace tough times;
End echoes ear sounding sad scene,
Wit whispers wade resting rough rhymes;
Noise numbing near sordid sights seen,
Odd orbs oozing fear's flashy flight,
Words whiff whizzing leaving last light.
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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