Fearless Leo Pourparlers

Lane Of Life   In the night dark, Under the candle's spark, Someone is sitting, In a miniature room of his own fitting. In the day bright, Under the sun's light, Someone is working, In a tiring garage huffing and jerking. In the evening rainy, Under the moon light stainy. Someone is sitting at rest , On a cocoon chair and hands on his chest. In the night dark, Beside the nightingale's lark. Someone is sleeping, In a coffin, while others are weeping -ADS©

In The Hills So Far   In the hills so far, On a road of tar, I'm driving my car. On the road of coal and char. In the hills so far, The sun sets and welcomes the stars, The moo shines bright on the roof of highway cars. My car and many others stopped at restaurants and bars. I enjoyed a cup of tea in the bar. Under the moon and the pole star. Thinking about my life so far. Thinking about the scenario of the last spent hour. In the hills so far, On a road of tar. The stars vanished and the sun raised, The roads got trafficked with cars oversized. But, no one was in a hurry or surprised. Because, time has no value when it was priced, In the hills so far, On a road of tar. -ADS©