Plumeria
Make what you will the old tree speaks,
Yield to things fond in sanguine cheer;
Prize a fond thrill as moments streak,
Live thoughts that spawn a good feel here;
Urge strains to reach a fine embrace,
Mind and heart know a fruitful spree;
Echo and niche pure soul and grace,
Rich flowers show a zesty glee;
Imprint a face of glorious tints,
Answer the quest of pulse and bloom.
Trace a fine space of wondrous hints,
Reach lovely fest in airy room;
Express a surge of ecstasy,
Embrace fond urge of mystery!
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
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