In the poor visibility <br />the old Lighthouse stands. <br />Sun murmurs his usual prayer <br />'off for the day my dear'. <br />When the darkness peeps <br />a beggar tunes his ramshackle lute <br />and sings his monotonous song. <br />'where do they come from <br />and where do they go? <br />what do they bring <br />and what do they take away? <br />Affable dark skinny young woman <br />whose husband has abandoned her <br />sit on the wharf and pray anxiously <br />for her daily bread. <br />She heard the far away sailing ship dropped her anchor. <br />It seems that she is very uneasy with her agony <br />wait until the anchor heaves up quickly <br />and the kind sailors visit her cursed hut merrily.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erosive-life-go-with-the-flow/
