Writ
Quatrain #792:
WRIT
Words in sure strokes now hurl fine mint,
Reap from firm poke a dash that hints;
Ink stains can yoke a deeper pulse,
Thought writ floods tote as colours tint.
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Leon Enriquez
13 August 2017
Singapore
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