The rich stars begin to scatter in the twilight sky <br />And the haughty Moon peeps like a new silver coin. <br />I hear the melody; the rattle of her rusty till <br />And she begs on the muddy road with her usual grimace. <br />I want to call her my dear sister, <br />It's getting dark and the time has come to go back home. <br />Isn't it? <br />She doesn't know how to express <br />That she is homeless it seems. <br />I saw a tear dropp falling from her eye into the till <br />And I am scared that would have melt coins. <br />I am very sorry my sibling <br />And please do not think I am stingy but penniless.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-music-of-a-dumb-orphan-virgin/
