The magic flute s trip. The Kingdom of Streams

Тея Арис
The water bore the flute
to a fast narrow brook,
which flew out the lake.
The water swirled and run,
murmuring the blue sounds.
It took the flute away.

The lake tried to detain
the magic flute with thin
dry leaves of the beige cane.
The stream’s flow was too fast.
The one too tightly crumped
the flute by clear waves.

And only the blue sky
could see where the flow tried
to bring the magic flute.
A lot of swirling bubbles
were fighting for the right
to hold the costly loot.

Time flew like the fast stream.
A new rough bend indeed
had caught the precious loss.
Each wave of the blue flow
was pushing out the one
on greyish tiny stones…

                by Thea Ariss               
                13.10.2024


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