Memory
Yes I recall so many things:
The crash and fall of broken swings,
Such bitter gall that pain did bring,
Both big and small unhappy flings.
Yes I can feel the groans of pain:
A wounded will of broken grains,
Such shattered spills as loss marked plain,
Yet glimpsed goodwill in loss and gain.
Yes memory collects odd spoils:
A poignant tree where senses oil,
Seize harmony as passion foils,
Live what may be love’s human soil.
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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