Mimosa Cluster
Mimosa memories
Time beyond such odd times
Old-fashion harmonies
Chime echoing strange mimes
Yes the touch-me-not fest
A long ago feeling
A fork road on my quest
Touching thorny pricks sting
Day of unhurried wit
On long-forgotten fields
Footfalls in strange odd bits
Echoes that shadows yield
Cluster of primal fears
Unseen yet still stalking
Mimosa thoughts endear
Old corridors calling
Nothing can yet outlast
Echoes of time now past
Waxing and waning fast
Sadness once first now last
Mimosa colours tint
Blur edges of colour
Now ancient haunting hint
Passage of old flavours
Old school days now seem odd
Mimosa memories
Taunting and haunting plod
Upon strange history
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2017
Singapore
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