Inner Pain
Plain words you cite
Sound so lovely;
In crisp clear writes
Streams fine beauty.
You write such lines
In language plain;
Such mellow vines
Hints from much pain.
You transmute well
Deep inner pain;
For deep thoughts tell
Of crowded strains.
Thus here we look
With profound gaze;
Bait in fresh hook
From hurting craze.
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2017
Singapore
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