UNV321C

Be steadfast in quatrains,

in all the loveliest stanzas of old,

though i do pen my grief and pain

the sorrow of my tommorow is and was be told,

Then why ask Y, when i can hear thy name of, I.

♣♦♥♠

Poems and artwork by

© Oliver A Melendez

@cp2.qp.xii

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s