A Nursery Rhyme

FIVE SIX  РPick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A Love Song

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree

Serenity

A ballet of silhouettes endlessly dance above

Dreams are beckoned and set free

Blurred

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance