Simple is always best

Flute notes stream
through the air



like smoke,
and the trees wave to


the sweet, sweet wind.

Music fills the air
as day draws to a close,
and the reeds flutter with


the sweet, sweet wind.

Laughter bubbles
from the bellies of small children,
and petal-dresses dance in


the sweet sweet wind.

Happiness flows from my
warm hard pen,
as my poem draws to
a sweet, sweet
end.





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