Sunday, August 10, 2014

To my friend, Jona

Structure: Ottava Rima

I am blessed to have a friend like you
a person who is very calm and nice
during struggles you know what to do
you're always here to wipe the tears in my eyes
when it's my mistake I got scolded too
and showed me that in life we should be wise
you're with me through the bliss of fantasy
and hugs me through sorrows of reality.



Happy memories with Jona, my best college friend :)






Sample: The Man in black and the Woman in Red

He crept through the alley, nary a creak
Sauntering through down the dark avenue
Cane twirling, hat riding a widow's peak
Slicked back hair with the mustache trimmed up too
A cheerful tune whistled from his thin beak
In his hands holds he a dangerous brew
Feather fingers tickle over the brim
Halogen hallucinations blind him.


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