Not for you the opening bars.
Sit back, fold hands, a little smile
At the beauty of the others' notes, familiar.
Now, you feel it coming. A caress
Of knowing fingers, lips. The flute rises
To an acquiescing nod, and
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
Not for you the opening bars.
Sit back, fold hands, a little smile
At the beauty of the others' notes, familiar.
Now, you feel it coming. A caress
Of knowing fingers, lips. The flute rises
To an acquiescing nod, and
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