Image credit Bikurgurl
The square was full
Of people that day.
Air pulsed with music
Of the band as they played.
It was a string quartet,
minus a bow.
Instead in its place,
a young voice flowed.
They felt the music,
Tapping their feet.
Keeping the rhythm,
And feeling the beat.
As people walked past,
They showed their pleasure.
Dropping loose change,
To form the band’s treasure.
Without our buskers,
Our street performers,
What life would there be
Upon each corner?
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 32
By Sarah 
Great piece!
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Thanks so much!
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Lovely rhythm to your work and I’m inspired as always by the way you capture the scene. Lovely ❤ Thank you so much for joining us!
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