Word Craft
Yet in time
This still mime
Watch pulse flood
Surge of blood
Feel each thought
Rise from naught
Feel each word
Yet not heard
Feel each trace
Move odd pace
Feel how time
Words brief chimes
Feel strange maze
In mad craze
Feel sense brief
In deep grief
Word for word
From old hurts
Yet stare deep
Beyond sleep
Feel brisk rhymes
Sculpt good times
Leon Enriquez
26 December 2019
Singapore
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