Come
Sit still to see
What comes to be
Words without form
To frame new norms
Pique that old wit
In flair that fits
Let the flames burn
To hurl odd churns
In the harsh din
Let thoughts now spin
Laugh in the light
That burns most bright
Jest in wild fest
To prize soul quest
Old echoes fall
As fate now stalls
Dare to breathe well
That quaint ***** spell
Live true love here
With oomph that cheers
Leon Enriquez
22 June 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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