London couldn't wait
For the busker's to arrive.
Welsh lovers' singing
Retro hymns out loud.
No expression left unturned
Their words drew a crowd.
The worn look of the
Oak guitar and rusty strings
Made the people think
Of the dark side held
By the unnoticables
And their famous dog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great chain of haikus telling an interesting tale............