Today
The afternoon
Has become dreary and overcast
And rain has begun to fall
A steady copious drizzle
Laying on my bed
Through my open window
I hear flute music
Rising up from the floor below
I feel a weariness
Perhaps from the low pressure
Of having stayed up too late
But my mind is soothed
By the pleasant
Melody I hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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