I am a flute
ornately carved of rich wood
able to whistle a mighty melody.
My potential to toot
and my complex craftsmanship could
be the reason why I might break easily.
An apathetic Boot
or aging untouched could
be the death of me.
I am hollow inside
but with a gentle touch and a loving kiss
I could sing so sweetly.
May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
I am a flute
ornately carved of rich wood
able to whistle a mighty melody.
My potential to toot
and my complex craftsmanship could
be the reason why I might break easily.
An apathetic Boot
or aging untouched could
be the death of me.
I am hollow inside
but with a gentle touch and a loving kiss
I could sing so sweetly.
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