Tag: Flutist
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The Fultist’s playing The shapeless horde were dancing,to the sound of their own cacophonyMorphing, switching as they goWithout any rhyme or tempoThen one day, one of them stood putStops changing, just playing his fluteNow the horde act as one and movesTo the melody of the flutist above /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine…
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Stranded flutist The flutist has played for eonsTo calm the Sultan of DemonsOr so it seems, no time here,No place either, so crowded So when came the feeble callfrom a teeny tiny blue ballIt came and eat profusely And now wanders aimlessly Ink brush on A6 sketchbook