Never dreaming.
How this wish.
Would come true.
The flute I play.
Is of truth.
For I blow.
And melody.
Plays.
Notes of hope.
Composed.
By the imposed.
posing songs.
So long.
Orchestra.
Follow my flow.
That is so hollow.
And mellow.
I am a musician.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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