Miniature
In my hand
A small tome,
Words most grand
Take me home.
Small yet deep
My best friend,
Thought winds steep
Seed most grand.
In a while
Feel clear zest,
Words can style
Smile and fest.
This small book
Speaks of wealth,
Peek and look
Jazz knows health.
A short take
Moves so much,
Make a break
In prompt touch.
A rare find
Comes to heal,
Peace of mind
Moves fond feel.
Gratitude
Moves dear heart,
Attitude
Streams clear start.
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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