Amour
Here by the bay where people stray,
I find my way to a new play.
The moments rush in pulse of wit,
The painted brush sweep strokes that fit.
Here as I seek to take a peek,
Words glimpse a peak in surge and streak.
The late light slows in sunset glow,
Breezy the show as salt air flows.
Here watch a trace in deep dark trace,
See blurry face in passing space.
Leon Enriquez
11 March 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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