Here with fine art
Pen rhymes that start

Words come to cite
A mindful write

I look to me
To write fond spree

Word craft I ply
As glimpse swings by

Rhymes in crisp times
Now flavour chimes

Art wears a face
In splurge that trace

I sense a flood
In surge of blood

I seize the flame
Now just the same

Prize mellow wit
As words now fit

Leon Enriquez
12 September 2017

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