Feast
Frame a sure poise,
Etch a new play;
Ink a clear voice,
Style a bold way;
Time wears a wit,
Youth does not last.
Free that odd bit,
End fits the past;
Aim to be wild,
Steer the best take;
Touch fierce that child,
In soul's own make;
Niche then most grand,
Grace governs trends.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2014
Singapore
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