IONIUM

She sits on the whitewashed fence,
playing her flute,
lips upon polished wood,
barely touching,
caressing.
The light notes rise up,floating on the breeze,
gentle and soft,
swaying to Nature's music,
unheard and unseen.
Felt.,only by the notes,
as they sashay along,soaring and dipping,gleaning the water's surface,
rippling along,
on wings of sunlight,
Inspiring...

Current Mood: Mooney
Current Music: the sound of trickling water

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Current Mood: Screwed
Current Music: vidhys voice