The Maiden in the Minds Eye

I saw a Maiden once,

standing under a large willow tree.

No fancy jewelry adorned her,

Only a simple white flower behind an ear.

 

A wooden flute she held to her lips,

producing a peaceful and relaxing tune.

A twig snap under fool stopping the tune.

Her eyes turn to me,

looking into my soul.

She smiles and beckons

 

 

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