Painfully
A certain flair
Sparks the night air
Dark times bring pain
Now once again
Words vanish well
As climate tells
Not much to say
To death's own day
Be wise to know
As feel now shows
A certain change
Lights up odd range
Fate is not late
To close the gate
It is not strange
To fumble change
A rough ride here
Now voids good cheer
Why and how bring
A dying fling
In the blur strain
Death kills the pain
Leon Enriquez
04 August 2018
Singapore
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