A scared little girl,
She walked into the room.
She saw the lady,
Sitting at the table.
This was a test.
The table covered in instruments.
She sat down in a chair, across the desk
Picking up the silver flute.
She put her mouth to it and tried to blow,
But the breath flew through with the sound
Of wind on lightly battered silver.
The girl set it down, saddened.
The lady nodded and wrote something,
handing her a slip.
The girl looked down and saw,
The name of the silver flute.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
A scared little girl,
She walked into the room.
She saw the lady,
Sitting at the table.
This was a test.
The table covered in instruments.
She sat down in a chair, across the desk
Picking up the silver flute.
She put her mouth to it and tried to blow,
But the breath flew through with the sound
Of wind on lightly battered silver.
The girl set it down, saddened.
The lady nodded and wrote something,
handing her a slip.
The girl looked down and saw,
The name of the silver flute.
Sorry, just a little story I felt like writing.
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