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