Spices
Show
Fine glow
Sense swift flow
Prize
Sweet spice
All things nice
Fate
Flings gate
Yet not late
Slow
***** flow
Odd tears grow
Touch
So much
Scent sting such
Spice
Speaks wise
Quaint food vice
Vest
Fond quest
In spice fest
Warm
This norm
As flesh forms
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2016
Singapore
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