My Flute, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for 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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