Verse - 26 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Verse - 26



Verses shall never find me Work;

Nor Songs a Salary I ever Shall.

I would rather then,

Serenade for the Hopeful to Come;

Till such Season be the Reason for Up-Bringing.

Fellow-Words be the Spells of Tomorrow;

No matter how Centred and Utterly Sullen,

I am a Writer and Words are meant to be Broken.

Saturday, September 19, 2015
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Xavier Mandreza

Xavier Mandreza

Makati City, Philippines
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