The Flute Player
The girl picked up the flute and played.
It sang and sang and sang;
Sometimes low like a wild cat’s purr;
Sometimes high like a songbird.
Sometimes loud like a charging bull;
And sometimes quiet like a whisper that dances in your ears.
Copyright © Aelin Talibah | Year Posted 2017
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