Fleeting
Too soon, too late
Fate burns the gate
Time comes around
In mellow grounds
Space feels odd thill
Of a new fill
I know just how
This here and now
Writes just take time
To space rhyme chime
Words in a row
Forge afterglow
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2019
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