Woodwind Flute
Soft mist in air
fire weed white fluff
on a land colored buff
dancing portament'd scoop
by deserted wind loop
speaking of history in fain
sighing to banish past never rain
discern woodwind flute made of apricot wood
reminding thou flowers upper part hood
forging its ancient risen saints
to cuddle each and away faints
thus past will never be forgotten
thy heart yet softens th' begotten
keeps thou fluffy white feather
clean cottoned heather
how i wish to deepen more
for a fluff a buff never close a door
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