I’m a week away
Soon I will be on my way
Coming up your way
Probably to you, Domasi

Will you warmly embrace me
And kindly teach me
The music of poetry?
Weaving sonnets, I may try

Ballads I’m not sure how
Weaved unknown like somnambulist
Though I’m not very sure nor certain

I wanted to start a novel
But I’m still hanging
Maybe after gathering some bits
With your help I may start