At Least
Surge
Of urge
In last purge
On the verge
Know
Last show
In odd flow
That time grows
Feel
Lost thrill
In cold chill
That now fills
Pray
Each day
To live play
On the way
Ride
Fine tribe
In a glide
As laughs gripe
Voice
Sure poise
By your choice
In crisp noise
Tell
New spell
As you dwell
In your cell
Wit
Gains hits
As you fit
Odd strange bits
While
Deep style
That lifts miles
In grand smiles
Leon Enriquez
28 December 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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