The Busker (poem)

By Natalia Saw Lady | October 9, 2008 |

~The Busker~ Softly strumming, lost in Song Heedless of the Passing Throng… Seemed to me his distant gaze Sought the Hope of better days. Undernourished , poorly dressed.. Life had dealt him second ..best .. Threading chords , he charmed the Air … In the busy Subway .. where.. Now and then .. a Head…

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