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The old man sits
Silence knows wit
Looks as world swirls
Through curious twirls
By this old place
Greets time and space
The old tree knows
How old norms flow
Day after day
His gaze sums play
Curious eyes dart
As wonder arts
Here by strange chance
He stares in trance
He sits alone
With gaze he hones
Not much for words
Unknown, unheard
In a brief style
We share stray smile
The old man sits
Wears curious wit
Leon Enriquez
01 December 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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