Thwack!
I smile and nod as I raise it again.
Thwack!
Another bulls eye, another arrow.
Thwack!
My cherry red bow sings as I release another arrow.
It finds itself in the center of the target.
Thwack
Calm gallops through me like a herd of horses.
I look down at my beloved bow,
It's hard to believe I ever lived without it.
Thwack!
It lets me think,
Let's me unwind.
It's amazing how one thing can have such a huge effect.
Thwack!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem