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The Accidental Visitor

He crossed the dark sea, winged with song, a
forest flutist, wild and strong.
Through veils of night, through stars that
gleam, he carried the echo of a northern
dream.
The palms received his trembling tune, a hush
beneath the Caribbean moon.
In foreign trees, his heart takes flight- a
fleeting voice in the green velvet night.