Gate
Quatrain #847:
GATE
Glimpse the your fate in that clear light,
Apt thought comes late as fond cheer sight;
Touch flings the gate open to soul,
End game you date in that last flight.
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Leon Enriquez
29 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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