Being
It's not strange
Comes due change
A new range
In clear light
A strange sight
Touch turns bright
It's this turn
In calm churn
Warm nocturne
In sure speed
Splurge of need
In deep feed
It's a flow
That you know
As time shows
In brisk pique
Thin and thick
A dead wick
It's a gloom
In the room
That soon grooms
Leon Enriquez
22 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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