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 © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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