qxmF3IZ0J459zgymADF2pSikYo8BmQOA.jpgpreparations of a journey

a suitcase to handle

first to play the flute

hearing the tunes of affection

deep go to below

settle to be grounded

emerge the words

the make me the song

preparations for a journey

only the flute is enough

with my toothbrush OK

daubs was the harbour

now the music to play

the ink is dry

the angel guides

all the between the space

between earth and the moon

(copyrights, ameen, 2017)