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Dear unknown sage who writes with grace, I flip each page and live fond trace. Your words inspire a prompting quest, There is a fire that floods firm zest. Each wordplay verse springs a firm light, I now observe true magic bright. Upon the whim of wit and form, There hurls a theme beyond mere norm. Lines breeze and wave in tragic seas, As if to save what comes to be. Lines gather round images here, Find common ground to fund sure spheres. Words cast ideas to greet wordplay, Sweet moments cheer, sad feelings stray. A picture zooms within my view, I now make room for trials that cue. Shades and tints flow in afterglow, A timely hint echoes to show. The pathway leads to garden tryst, I stop to heed, sort that and this. Waves rise and fall like sweet and gall, True sense recalls, memory stalls. Dear writer show, the unknown sphere, Pulse flavours flow, right movement cheer. Leon Enriquez 07 Apr 2014 Singapore