Psyche
Mind what you find
As echoes hint;
Seek peace of mind
In trance and tint.
Mind makes the moves
In restive sleep;
Dance in the grooves
Where all seems deep.
Mind moves to shape
A thousand takes;
Let silence drape
To mould and make.
Mind conjures storm
To fit the flood;
Indulge kind norms
In surge of blood.
Mind feels the guilt
As burdens flare;
Sword held at hilt
Can cut cold cares.
Mind funds the strains
As troubles come;
Deal with the pains
That feelings sum.
Mind wants more ways
To check and feed;
Look to this play
To farm new needs.
Leon Enrique
05 January 2015
Singapore
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