the trees cast their shadows
as the nightfall proceeds
then i heard a flute from a distance
loud enough to disturb someone’s imagination
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
The Flutist
the trees cast their shadows
as the nightfall proceeds
then i heard a flute from a distance
loud enough to disturb someone’s imagination
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