A broken branch, hanging on by a thread
Twists and turns in the wind and the rain
I watch it fall on a calm, sunny day
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Sitting in my car at a downtown intersection,
without a tree in sight
Suddenly, a shower of golden leaves
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
Delicious juxtaposition of images
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