Wild Child
Feel fate
Stir a wild breeze
In a crisp squeeze
Not late
Feel light
Fling a bright shaft
More than mere stuff
Can sight
Feel wit
Race ever wild
From a mere child
Play fits
Feel touch
In cheeky face
Here in fond trace
As much
Feel smiles
Sneak upon gaze
As grin hurls maze
With style
Feel jest
Echo word play
In a brisk way
Of fest
Feel mood
Perplex odd fire
As will now sires
Fond good
Feel now
Child antics speed
Time in blunt feed
Yet how
Feel flow
Buzz weary time
In awkward chimes
That show
Feel grip
Of child-like needs
That demands speed
To sip
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2018
Singapore
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