Quatrain #Q201

A single flow of thought in four lines should I write.
Condense the stream of ideas – I try with all my might.
Sometimes ABAB, sometimes AABB, and sometimes in ABBA it rhymes.
With metre, with rhythm, and with cheer, I hope the verse chimes.

Hope #Q1

Endlessly you may feel forlorn,
Thinking about all that have gone.
Lose not heart, for with every morn
A new light, a new day is born.

Note: This is something I had written a couple of weeks ago. Making it my first post here because hope is one of the virtues I value the most in life. Like Andy Dufresne says “…hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”