The Flute
Sitting lethargically
Shimmering in stage lights
In awaiting of breath
To bring life.
A verse to play
A chorus in waiting,,
My notes are
Daintly gentle,
Delicately soft.
As you move up my body
With a gliss of grace
The heart will fly
Into a crescendo of heat.
Into diminished softness
I reside,
Delicately gentle,
Daintly soft,,,,
To bring life,
A breath awaits,,,
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2008
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