In my wooden flute
my breath becomes plum blossoms—
fragrance for the world.
In my wooden flute
my breath becomes plum blossoms—
fragrance for the world.
In my wooden flute
my breath becomes plum blossoms—
fragrance for the world.
In my wooden flute
my breath becomes plum blossoms—
fragrance for the world.
Mark M. Redfearn 