Sadgun


Sadgun plays the mandolin.
His eyes sparkle on the go.

Only thirteen years of age
he is full of energy.

The mandolin joins him.
Melody evolves.

Like the stream music flows,
gentle and soft.

The notes rush like waves
go up and down.

The rhythm is akin to a river’s gusto
jostles in equanimity.

it is bliss, almost divine
to hear him.

He is in a trance,
so am I.

On a three hour flight
I fly with music all the way.

Sadgun, it is
soul Stirring!

 

 

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