Nostalgia Constant is the sound of the flute player It reminds me of slight variations of my child hood boy playing in the forest I once found a small blue bird its eyes closed nestled within a crevice of a tree sleeping eternally it imparted magic beauty of a still memory Nostalgic is the sound of the flute player I shake this day dream away standingdeer
Oh I just loved this. Especially the lines 'sleeping eternally, it imparted magic' Really nice imagery and a great energy in this poem.
