Dancing, twirling, playing pretend, eyes see right through the mask in your hand.
Is it fun rubbing sand?
Kissing feet is for the weak!
Now come on why silence the soul by placing it in a crate?
Oh, what a horrible fate!
Crates are not strong enough to contain a soul who
hates injustice!
The poet delights in reading and writing poetry, finding joy in nature and observing the beauty of life.