Self-Talk
The tale now told
Blooms and unfolds
The sign I mark
Glimpse of fine spark
The words I write
Verse rhymes now cite
The face I show
Flings a fond glow
The truth I sing
Claims a grand fling
The touch I share
Is how I fare
The lines I etch
Exert a sketch
The life I live
Is gift I give
The moments here
Vanish with tears
The tale once told
Air cannot hold
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2014
Singapore
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