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May 2011
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.
Mustafa Kothawala
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Mustafa Kothawala
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