An Old Man Sat By The River,
And Played A Wooden Flute.
The Song Drifted,
Across The Water,
And Glowing Spirit Fish
Gathered Beneath The Surface..
. The Mountain Reflected,
In The River Listened,
And Even The Wind,
Slowed Down To Hear.
He Taught No Lessons..
But Somehow, Everyone
Who Heard The Flute...
Remembered Something;
They Had Lost...
The Silence After A True Song Is
When We Finally Begin To Hear.
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Courtesy; Aubrey..
( Art&Artist&Copyright: Unknown)
