Soul-of-my guitar

I learnt from thee, passer-by
To recite yours of Poetry
Those verses, I made them my song,
Poems, like leaves fallen from a tree,

A tide, rolling away on the street
The passing of Autumn, dyeing his body_
A girl with a tattoo, a dragonfly
Drift away, walking her dog at her feet.

Mid-haiku, and half-quatrain,
Be it a sunny day or it rain
Night and day, Time flies
A Daydream, tell me where it lays

I, like a cicada, had
It sung all day long
Resting on a limb of a tree
Passer-by, sing with me

may I sing it all the summer long
Sway with me, Stay with me along
That’s for, O you passer-by,
Make a Bow take your hat
Will you please
Drop some coins in my hat

At Mid-day or rush-hour
Take the A or the Q-train,
stopping by, for a second,
At thirty-fourth or 42nd
The streets , I make them our
Home, Be it snow or it rains

Oh! How foolish, you are
You throw, dimes and dollars,
on the ground at my feet,
while the soul of my guitar
Burns low like cigar
Makes your hearth, beat
That’s a kvel of delight

I don’t need the spotlights
I don’t need the limelight
I don’t need all the above
All I need is love

Can’t you see me,
that I am bleeding
Can’t you see me
That I am weeping

Can’t you hear me
It’s here in my heart deep
It’s in my insides-within
Still my guitar gently weeps

Can’t you see those, at noon
My tears like diamonds,
on a starry night.
Rise your eyes, as you might

The moon you can see
Reflecting its own eye
In The offing,
depart is such a sailing
Tequila at sunrise, and I
Sorry, I drink Poesy

Ô you Time Passer-by
Whisper my song to the wind,
It’s like a summer love
It will rest on a catcher net
Like a butterfly On a stay
A fleeting wisp in a rivulet

So, will you please
Gimme back my dream,
And take that of yours
I need my hearth to rest

Please Take me home
Take me home, it’s enough for me,
Of all the broken roads, and tours
To the other bout of the World

I, a troubadour
Finally have a shore to hug,
a safe harbor that’s all I need
To rest my bones, on a dock at last.

Take me to the mountain,
A water, to drink It
Take me to the river
I would like to see my face in it,

I need to see
Once more with my eyes
If the river is still a river
Still Running thought it,

If the mountain still a mountain
The Ozark’s to climb it

The south stars in the sky,
Orion, Betelgeuse, and Rigel,
An old omen to quell,
Say, The Milky Way
the sky is the limit,
you can tell
I’m sailing Anyway

So, O you passer-by
Passing Time Square
Look what they have done to my song.
Take it from my tongue,
Mame, Look where it lays,
At Broadway
They ditch it

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