In Blue Valley lived a lady named Q;
With hope as her dress and dreams as her bed.
This Q lives just by always being true –
With her mother that has wedded with Greed!
Then Winter King came; there are wilted lives.
Hunger has made them wilder and wilder.
"Wealth, food, haven," offered the King of Dives;
In exchange of the hand of your daughter.
The mystical King then promised a ring
and a land where nobody can hurt her.
But year after that, Q being his Queen;
He had hurt her and proved he's a danger!
So with naught but a map, she ran away;
A lady named Q lived in Blue Valley.
BINABASA MO ANG
Snowdrops of Poetry
Poetry"maybe later, or much more later, the moon will finally give you the right to be with them once more, just like before." - The Stars are Winking at You Tonight this is my poetry.
