Words Come
I sit
Here at the gate
Cheer fits
Words come not late
I find
A string of pearls
Poise minds
How thoughts now hurl
I sigh
As wonder brings
Clear highs
A hundred things
I squeeze
Rhymes in swift lines
Feel breeze
Spur salty brine
Leon Enriquez
10 July 2017
Singapore
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