Another Story
The hands of time
Writes a tale of pain,
Odd burst of rhyme
Death lies dead again.
The hands of fate
Moves author to rush,
Fear is not late
In the tale you brush.
The mood is bleak
As you try to cite,
Words feel so weak
Even as pain writes.
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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