Words
Deep stillness grips
My journey trip
Here at the gate
A flash of fate
I stop to see
What rhymes may be
In a fluid feel
Come words that heal
I stop to link
Verge on the brink
Feeling forge words
From echoes heard
Ink stains one dash
As scripts find flesh
No need to think
Just simply link
A touch beyond
Sums once upon
Just wait a while
For feel to style
A muse now tells
As my heart dwells
No need to stretch
Watch words hurl catch
A certain fire
From inner sire
Writes thus recite
Such sanguine writes
There is a way
That fills each day
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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