flute's sweet songs

December 12, 2005

flautist blows with a breath of smiles
inhaling sweet bouquets of bliss
fluttering wings, stirring warm breeze
thoughts of dew, fresh morning in you

she walks in gentle fields of grass
hears the song, drifting slowly past
rustling sounds of boughs up high
mellifluous melody, drawing evermore nigh

quiet thoughts, waves endlessly flow
seeing all, ripe ripples, to and fro
toad watches the scene, wisely knows enough
focused on the fly, mind flows with time

in the distance, relentless beats prattle on
deep throaty sighs from deep in the wood
song of the dream touches the heart
awakens the dragonfly, circles the bog

Type: Poetry

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