Blind wandering musician
Sang a bitter song with tear.
Powerful shafts of the chords,
But people passed by.
He did not have a success
And the thunder of applause in the magnificent hall.
The music sounded for everyone,
But you did not notice it.
Gusts of pure soul
And the song in the middle of the boulevard,
Calling to the conscience of the people,
Mixed with the dust of the sidewalk.
Wandered, stumbling, the musician -
Hope will not wake up again.
To the indifference of the crowd,
Like tears, music will shed.
Wandering musician
© Copyright: Антониа Ирина Голь, 2017
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