Sadness
Ink stains slide here on empty page:
Sense flavours feel with a clear tact,
Art of heart glides as words now stage;
Deed moves sad will to squeeze the fact,
Note weary gloom now fill this room;
Echoes of old linger most soft,
See floral blooms in stillness zoom;
Scenes thus unfold in higher lofts.
Seek to know truth though pain sculpts hurts,
Peace of mind heals as closure comes;
Embrace death's proof in mortal dirt,
Ask love to fill as pure grace sums;
Keep in your heart fine memories,
Stillness frames art as love beauty.
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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