Gone Too Soon
Brisk brush strokes tint
A poise that mints
Look to crisp choice
To echo voice
Here for a day
Brief as wordplay
Love is not lost
Fate counts the cost
Gone too soon here
To better spheres
Memory paints
Pictures most quaint
Each soul moves forth
To a high north
Bear with the pain
Such lovely strains
And in the end
Each soul transcends
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2019
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2019
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