The flute’s so tender, its tunes so diverse,
With silver strains of a mute warm rain,
Echoing whispers of the universe,
Moaning with passion and weeping with pain.
And the players, musicians, the men that blow?
There’s no one here, just the flute at dawn,
And a gentle breeze, and a breathing soul
Of a magical instrument designed by the Faun.
I heard that voice again - the voice of Magic Flute and I appreciate what you've reminded me, I mean, The Sound of Eternity. Your rhymes both Russian and English are magnificent! And your spirituality too...
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