Flute , I am
The sound I mean
Sooth your skin
Dancing limbs
Writing
The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
My easy-to-reach
Of the times
Helping to keep
My finds
Friend
The need of the dark hours
The light in the bright
Mat
Mat
Helps it
me
Sitting cross legged
Keeps always the dust
Off my pants
Photo
A collection
From the past
A memoir of a sort
Residing the days
It recalls
Toys
Toys I like to play
Their are fun
This one and last
I got no count
Sound
Enables us to hear
Enables us to talk
This sound magic to the ears
This sound magic when spoke
The sun
The Sun
The sun can cause silence
After the destruction it can come
Things may get heat up to fast
If none gets the cooling done
Where at those ice scrapes
Where we shall skate someday
Keeping the cold away?
Burning butane !
Running for the ice so cold ?
Down the summer roads
Water
Water
A quench on my soul
Running there
Filling the Nile
Being in different forms
From water to vapour it roams
Being captivated in ice tones
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