My Et Cetera
Time has a way
To simply say,
To find the way
To yesterday.
Space wears a face
In steady trace,
In touch of grace
Upon my face.
I come to meet
Echoes that greet,
Bitter yet sweet
Upon these streets.
Soul mellows fate
Here at these gates,
I am not late
To sparkle date.
Et cetera
Odd agenda,
Silk organza
Memoranda.
So many thoughts
That flood odd lot,
Here spill the dots
In charm's sweet spot.
Tell my story
In rhymes I see,
Buzz fantasy,
Plush sensory.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2017
Singapore
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