Books
Words call to me with profound wit,
A page to free bound thoughts that fit.
I take a look to find new lot,
This wise old book frames precious thought.
A browse can sift the hidden poise,
I find the gift in poignant voice.
Here mystery waits curious mind,
Warm harmony in inner finds.
Words can paint well that picture grand,
A book can tell much more my friend.
So here I go to worlds unseen,
The passage shows fond thrills unseen.
I journey now to reap fine spills,
Crisp words somehow frame clear reveal.
Leon Enriquez
21 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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