Reaching for the clouds
Standing all lonesomely
A leaning old tower
Just one window
Through the tower window
A soul I see
Golden in the sunset
A flute on hand
His lips kissing the flute gently
Blowingly his story
A sad melody
Turning the atmosphere a glassy cobalt
The setting sun peeked in
Offering his warm rays
To sooth his painful tune
And lighten his heavy heart
The golden glows
Lit up the young man
The warmth wrapped over the flute
But his hearts melody was still sad
The cold melody still oozed cobalt
The atmosphere still hung cold
The sun tried hard
But sadly it wasn't enough
His cold tune played on
Day and night
Leaving sadness in all that heard
The poor soul lost in pain
©fairytales
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