søndag 5. juni 2016

I come to the window to see who's singing. A blind an and his guitar are out there weeping....


Both sound so sad...
They form a unity
That roams the world
Making people feel pity.



I'm also a "blind" man
Who roams and sings.
My road is longer,
and I don't ask for anything.


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