Erosive Life Go With The Flow

In the poor visibility the old Lighthouse stands. Sun murmurs his usual prayer 'off for the day my dear'. When the darkness peeps a beggar tunes his ramshackle lute and sings his monotonous song. 'where do they come from and where do they go? what do they bring and what do they take away? Affable dark skinny young woman whose husband has abandoned her sit on the wharf and pray anxiously for her daily bread. She heard the far away sailing ship dropped her anchor. It seems that she is very uneasy with her agony wait until the anchor heaves up quickly and the kind sailors visit her cursed hut merrily.