Sad Love Story
Once she was wild
Lively wild child
Beyond mere grasp
Fierce as a wasp
She met a man
Around the bend
Love struck a cord
New cluster hoards
Man of her dreams
Brought teary streams
Wild child no more
A new life spores
Then there were three
Fruit on a tree
But happy died
As brief time pied
So lost was she
Gone with mad spree
No much more known
Of sad tale blown
Leon Enriquez
29 July 2018
Singapore
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