Plumeria
Scent of plumeria,
Early evening stroll;
Stray of nostalgia,
Moist winds hurling toll.
Curbside walkway route,
Straying feet trample;
Flowers grounded loud,
A carpet ample.
Old tree in moonlight,
Streaks of radiant waves;
A poignant insight,
A pulse comes to save.
In silence I
Feel the stillness speak;
A touch brings a sigh:
Joy plus sadness peak.
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
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