Music
The snow continues to fall
Dancing, whirling, twirling, its way down
Ever so beautifully
And the flute
Oh, the flute
Playing its beautiful song of joy
And I
I just disappear
Into the beauty of it all
Swaying, dancing
Pressing the buttons
Of its long beautiful silver body
And blow ever so gracefully
Making sure not to ruin the
Beauty of it all
I turn white and blend into
The snow around me
Until there is nothing left
Other than the beautiful song
And the beautiful snow
For once I don’t stand out
And the pain of everything is gone
Like me
I had entered into another world
Full of beauty and joy
Where there is no such thing as
Pain
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