Found
Strange touch this range
Of times that change
So many tears
That mellow cheer
Loss frames deep pain
In gain laid plain
On foreign grounds
Loss yet is found
Not safe nor sound
Yet odd noise pounds
What yet is gain
But loss laid plain
So round and round
Soul walks these grounds
Sense the way home
No more to roam
Yes lost is found
As soul goes round
Leon Enriquez
24 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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