Peace
Fate hurls a sway
Through night and day
To fling a play
Play forms in kind
A state of mind
In sanguine finds
Finds that we make
Can fashion stake
In norms we take
Take funds a cause
In poise and course
That bear a bourse
Bourse in due time
Can set the chimes
To pact and mime
Mime in sure steps
Can forge a map
Or set a trap
Trap can contain
Our hollow strains
In empty gains
Gains can be lost
In fate we toss
To rid the moss
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2014
Singapore
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