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   Hi, this is a poem I wrote. I'm thirteen years old and in seventh grade, and I wonder if someone he loved. He referred also to end the confusion? 
 Song Flute Player 
 In return, 
 Day and Night 
 In Single Window -- 
 Above the village 
 It could be seen, the flutist 
 And he was never without his flute flutist 
 The sound of his flute, filled the air 
 Be all across the city 
 Their beautiful melodies, 
 But so sad and disturbing that 
 Why does not the song end 
 It was always sad and never the light? 
 His delicate debits 
 Presented both depression 
 It needs to do something 
 It has been decided. 
 They tried to stehis flute, 
 What a stupid thing to do for 
 Do they not know that you can not? 
 They were so ignorant villagers, 
 When desperate and crazy. 
 If the flute can not go 
 Then the bill must 
 It was settled. 
 His song brought nothing that poverty and despair, 
 Without doubt, the unfortunate young woman 
 Does not deserve to live. 
 On the day of his death was established. 
 Shortly after the hasty decision 
 The arrows were flying 
 On the way to the Pied Piper from the window 
 An arrow after the other 
 She's gone. 
 Through the window he fell from his lifeless body. 
 On the ground, 
 He was definitely dead 
 Contusions, 
 Pale skin and hair is now dyed red 
 Her white dress stained with blood, 
 An actionThe view was the Pied Piper of Hamelin. 
 But the villagers were cruel, 
 They cheered and laughed. 
 The cause of her pain was gone! 
 The Pied Piper had to die that day, 
 Since then, however, 
 When the wind blew 
 Heard was a melody of Beautiful Agony 
 Song Flute Player. 
   
 
3 comments:
Oh, okay. Is this just how some people are persecuted for their special and unique gift and people who do not accept. The finish is very good, is disturbing because it does not matter that the flautist died because her song or the memory will live forever.
I think it is beautiful
I think it was cool
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