The magnolia petals shiver in wind, chilly morning’s crown. Pale circle of Sun with dismay and displeasure squints. A musician is playing. The cap lies upside down - Throw a coin, a fellow traveler, if you please. Gathered over Jerusalem are the flakes of clouds- Angels probably have not swept yet today the skies... People sigh, and hurry away, under March mist’s shroud, And to edge of the Earth music sadly alone flies.
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I always try to toss a coin into the musician's cap, and when I can't do that, at least I can give a smile!