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Words come to mind here on the brink,
Feelings now sign thoughts that I think.
The moment strange hurls a new curl,
A time for change to dare unfurl.
Work new fancy into stray lines,
Verse comes to be in new incline.
Once a blank page bereft of feel,
See how words stage a touch of will.
Watch feelings urge a poignant gaze,
Lines thus emerge within this maze.
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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