The Flute Poem by Vladimir Marku

The Flute



There's this flute, don't know where
Accompanies the Muse of my loneliness.

I weep in the bosom of my memories
With the sobs of evil fate.

This flute fluted well before my birth
And will follow me into space.

Thursday, July 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,fate,kiss,life,lifestyle,love,songs of life
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