Flutes and Birds

An out of tune flute
A worn down key
And a mystery 

Beauty sits four seats down
She carries with her the weight of the world 
And the grace of Venus

Her fingers dance between the strings of an unwritten song
Her voice is lost in the sound of a silent wind
She writes secrets and hides them in folded poetry 

She is a forgotten story
A memory that gets better with time
The faint recollection of a dream 

What wonders are held between that vail that sits over her bones
And what curiosity lies in her shoes 

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Yet another moment lost to inaction
A future unwritten or explored
Simply due to those seven steps
Those four words
That one action

Now it's just another story left
On the opening line 
The title page
The thought of an adventure
The reality of fear