A flute talks with
The wind,the trees are dancing.
The moon is rising.
My soul flies with the cranes,
Dances in the rising sun.
Flute
22 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Poésie
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Hortus Closus
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This is truly beautiful.
Soothing.. Dream-like.. Thought provoking.
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Among trees, an oak ;
Among instruments, a flute :
So plain and so clear !
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music is magic … also your words.
a wonderful poem!
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Lovely.
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Beautiful. 🙂
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