|My Flute, by George Chow|
Play out age's decade. Rythm of my breath flows for sake. My youth tame by the songs of grand. With my sound of flute I regain. How I fumble out the heart of muse. As each tone rest my mind loose. Then play out age's decade. May the heritage hums the humble take.
|Posted: 2012-12-28 06:26:01 UTC|
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