When she played her flute
it was magical and alluring
she was the pied piper of my heart
but, alas, she played me too
and ran off with a trumpet player.
Bob Boyd
Free verse poetry, fiction, nonfiction, spiritual, paranormal, etc, written daily
When she played her flute
it was magical and alluring
she was the pied piper of my heart
but, alas, she played me too
and ran off with a trumpet player.
Bob Boyd