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About love and acceptance. Love comes in many forms and can span long distances. |
| I write this about and for my dear flute playing friend in Iran. Thats right Iran. He knows what its like to be alone and he shares the love of music and the love of the flute with me. Through this we are bound together. He teaches me his language and I teach him my music. We support each other and offer kind words. Yes its a love of sorts. A love between to similar souls. A love between two friends. In the silence of my heart I feel you I call to you and you answer In my music I feel our spirits Made one by the music we share Two different people Two different worlds One love We feel each other We know each other You know my darkness I know your light Souls joined The most intimate of touches My heart and soul burn for you Separated by miles Never to meet...... Together in dreams Friends forever. |