Dear Sage
Glimpse sans words
Sense poise heard
Moon beams stream
Quest meets dream
Moon glow bright
Taste fond sights
By this lake
Purge thoughts fake
Feel cold breeze
Surge odd sneeze
Warm tea sip
Map mind trip
Heart feels flow
Pulse now shows
Moon drowns fast
In cold blast
Clouds of mist
Frame dark gist
Night flings hymn
Like stray nymphs
Speak dear sage
On late page
Leon Enriquez
04 March 2019
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2019
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