KRIS
Honest!
When honesty is weeping
for a hand!
He plays magical flutes,
Universal music,
He tampers
with astonishing hands.
Play your flute
My friend?
Generate songs
they bear
countless butterflies.
To lighten dark skies.
And a humble I!!
Recalls your face.
Illuminating the space
and tonight
I will go to sleep,
Thinking of you!!
Playing
Enchanting songs.
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