Death
Death wears a face so grim and dark,
Death claims that space to end old spark.
Etch a bold show as truth speaks here,
Etch a feel slow with that last cheer.
Ask for sure ease as the night falls,
Ask that calm peace will heed the call.
Touch a bold stance as the light turns,
Touch a fond dance in whirls that burn.
Heed then soul flight with echoes swift,
Heed a new light that swirls last drift.
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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