Old Book
In my hands,
This old book;
Feel browse tend,
Word lines hook.
Verse now blooms,
Thoughts of old;
Muse finds room,
Old takes told.
Flip each page,
Thoughts pile high;
Sweep through age,
Sense feel sigh.
Soul once here,
Speaks quaint voice;
Words flash clear,
Fling fresh poise.
Words edge on,
Touch of rhymes;
Once upon,
Dash of chimes.
Browse and dig,
Frame new feed;
Lift old wig,
Fix odd need.
Leon Enriquez
06 March 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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