He sits on the street corner  His woolly dog is sleeping  His friend Cane always with him  In his hands an old flute  Playing his misfortune.His eyelids fused together  He hears the passers' footsteps and heartbeats,  He hears the laughs, anger, and sights,  He perceives people's cruelties and indifference.  The outside world synopsizes poignant noises.His… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem