Writer

And thus, I write
As wordplay cites


And here, I map
An ooze of sap


And then, I craft
Script words that graft


And sense, I fling
A hundred things


And now, I chance
Upon word trance


And thus, I merge
Ink stains that surge


And why, I think
Words anchor links


And sketch, I line
Emboss words fine


And word, I chance
In playful glance


And where, I find
Fond peace of mind




Leon Enriquez
03 May 2017
Singapore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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