I roam the alley of bruised dreams The hanging lamps fade, so unkind-- My soul trapped as night blasphemes Of farewell’s plight nailing this mind. He’s gone far off to taint our love--- In anguish, I search heaven's dove; Yet blackbirds howl from skies above. Titles Of Novels, nette on claud Contest 10th June 2016 quatrain and tercet in a.a.a combined " A Farewell To Arms"