Narcissus
Beauty speaks in vivid colours
In soft sweet tones of hues and tints;
Truth curls within scented odours
As floral cones hurl pretty mints.
Can you not see that tragic play
Where youth most odd fell deep and dark?
Yet what may be a loss that day
Is tale of sod in craft that sparks.
A stroke of fate culls destiny
As drowning lad in frenzy mad;
Thus heed time late old tragedy
Makes something bad void of thoughts glad.
Narcissus saw in waters clear:
A sense of awe most lovely dear.
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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