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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