The Accordionist
The accordionist (haikus)
To the accordionist playing on the streets of my hometown, Agrinio, Greece
Nectar of a tune.
A bee am I, harvesting
my memories’ buds.
A bitter tune.
Pollen on the wind’s eyes,
in the shape of tears.
Tripping the sound is
into the veins of my soul.
A rosy sunset.
Silence scented sound.
Aura of angels anoints
my prayers.
Sliding the tune is
Through the fingers of my heart.
Travails of a poem.
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