Dead
Quatrain #855:
DEAD
Dry dead wood log ready to fire,
End beyond fog where truth now sires;
Apt that last bog in humid heat,
Death the last cog that dream conspires.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 April 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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