The lovely notes
of the silver flute
belong to the woodland
as much as birdsong
The gentle melody
and the scent of flowers
fill the air
and all is still
tranquil
as the waters of the glistening lake
My Love's eyes were just as calm
and blue
the dreamlike flute
play a lullaby
soothing as
My Love's soft voice
I remember the sweetness
of the familiar sound
from lips like rose petals
My Love's mind was as brilliant
with a heart as warm
as the sun
with delicate hands
and long fingers
ideal for
that pleasant flute
The wailing flute
cries out mournfully
the sound my heart makes
when I realize
you are gone
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