Fine Art
Wonder takes flight
As beauty speaks,
Fine art moves sight
In fragrant peaks.
Art form now grow
A strange delight,
A touch frames flow
Of deep insight.
Art has a way
To channel feel,
A glimpse can sway
A touch that heals.
Grace in pure strokes
Of genius wit;
Surge of feel yokes
Such vivid fit.
In a quick flash
Fine art evokes,
Mood swing to dash
Where soul feels stroke.
Here in this space
Timeless feel sums,
A glimpse of grace
Flames pulse that jumps.
Leon Enriquez
14 September 2017
Singapore
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