Whistle

Chained in love,

How can I ever be free?

I hear a voice whisper

Slowly heading towards

The only place

My memories wander.

Right on time,

The sound of the whistle.

 

Cutting the very edge,

Touching the soul,

The naked feet on the ground

Refreshing my very being

The burst of happiness

And dewdrop splash.

Something I hear again

The sound of the whistle.



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