An extensive magic canvas,
Streaks of pink, orange and blue,
Silhouettes of birds flying across the red sun,
By the magic of the enchanting evenings he was awed,
As the cold breeze caressed him, he drew his scarf closer.
The passing footsteps were not the sound he heard,
Instead, it was the clank of the coins of alms.
Memorized visions from his childhood,
Was all his blind eyes could see!
Streaks of pink, orange and blue,
Silhouettes of birds flying across the red sun,
By the magic of the enchanting evenings he was awed,
As the cold breeze caressed him, he drew his scarf closer.
The passing footsteps were not the sound he heard,
Instead, it was the clank of the coins of alms.
Memorized visions from his childhood,
Was all his blind eyes could see!
