Flute on my lips
Filled with air
In hollow pipe
No melody
No music
No breeze or cool air
Nothing, no result
Real insult
Poet and soul both were no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes you are! Annissa Dominguez6 minutes ago I see your soul; it's beautiful. Look me up if you need a friend. ~hugs~ Comment 3 Comments+1 that