Sometimes
Words stride
In joy ride
By my side
Thoughts sneeze
In stray breeze
Fond fine squeeze
Touch pokes
A harsh yoke
In deep strokes
Fright feels
Wounds that chill
On this hill
Who knows
How love grows
Deep crisp flow
Good times
Fling buzz rhymes
As change chimes
Bright book
Hurls sharp hooks
Pain blinds rook
Leon Enriquez
22 November 2018
Singapore
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