Aqua
Fluid moves seep near with aqua flow,
Blue waters clear fund precious glow.
Time follows swift in brisk sure toil,
Moments now drift to catch sweet spoils.
Upon the wake of conscious thought,
This limpid lake flows in sure lot.
By this calm park of verdant green,
Stray feet now spark a winding mean.
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2015
Singapore
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