Recycle
Why then these sighs?
What takes you high?
We leave too soon
Before high noon
Yet why do we
Return to be?
A spark brings light
To deep dark night
We come around
To thrill these grounds
Is there some show
That funds field flow?
Round and round feel
A missing thrill
Dying each dies
Brief as a sigh
Come round again
Raw touch greets plain
Why mulling how?
Screams here and now
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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