Lines Lost
Tough times tell
Words work well
Prize pure pain
See self slain
Note numb nerves
Set swift swerves
Lines lost late
Face fine fate
Poise prompts proof
Taste taut truth
Spice soft sell
Dance dream dwell
Be buzz bright
Rest reaps right
Calm choice crafts
Dig deep draft
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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