A flutist’s notes

P.C :- Lucas Albuquerque

During the sublime time of twilight,

As day slips away after a hard day’s work ,

Along the banks of river,

A flutist’s notes weighs through the picturesque city,

Cutting across the steady waters flowing far and wide,

Beyond the sturdy monument standing like a beacon of hope,

He reminisces of days with his partner strolling along the banks,

Etched forever now in folds of history,

Everyday.

Faithfully bore,

The water,

The Iron Lady,

The time,

A testimony to their bond of forty magical years,

Now an unwilling witness to his,

Heartache.

A grief I not see a single day in these forty years of togetherness,

That I see in these fourteen days of your passing,

His flute involuntarily plays,

As birds pause to listen,

Time stands still,

And life flows through every vein,

Effortlessly.

134 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for hosting the What do you see challenge #69. The challenge is to use the above photo as an inspiration for your piece. For rules pleas refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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