Beyond
Blame not the sun for daze that fires,
Echo the feel of joy that grows;
Yield that sure pun as wit now sires,
Opt thoughts that heal with jest that shows;
Name your own spice with laughter clear,
Dream upon dream of health each day.
Blindside odd vice with love right here,
Live your fine stream in visual play;
Unfurl fond zest with cheer that floods,
Notice the light where shadows flee;
Dance jazzy fest in surge of blood,
Emerge with sights that come to be;
Rouse up bold writes as love moves flight,
Set sacred cites in waves most bright.
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2017
Singapore
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