Echoes
Cite brisk writes
As feel pokes
In small bites
As touch yokes
Heed the call
In brief squeeze
Hints of gall
In strange breeze
Mind the grounds
For sure finds
That come round
To thrill mind
Heart knows grief
That looks air
In sad brief
In stern flair
Mad grows sad
If you meet
Maze that's bad
In odd street
Come to know
That sure tact
Where thought grows
A crisp fact
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2019
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2019
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