Sepia
Old feel of time in ancient prints,
Lull of deep shades with odd etchings;
Dance of old chimes in fading tints
Stock paper trades crisp rare glimpsing,
Each unique piece tells of old tales;
Pick up and see surreal faces,
Image now tease deep silence stale;
Ask feel to free poignant traces.
Push and pull sum old vistas wide,
Hues in greyscale of black and white;
Observe outcomes of time-worn rides,
Trails brown tan sails on yellowed rites;
Orphaned by time and colour schemes,
Set in old chimes beyond new dreams.
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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