Chapter 50 Narcissus Township

I often think about twenty years later Narcissus' mind is in Ripples on the rivers and lakes Ellie's melody It's the melodious sound of the flute from the water But I'm afraid that everywhere have become highways Where is more Gull's rivers and lakes Let the sound of the flute guide you The home of the narcissus? then it's time to ask the mirror you looked at - round and elliptical ask its water's edge Narcissus Leaving a flying shadow? round like the moon I saw you smile flat ever seen you annoyed mercury backed glass not forgotten my pupils

It's from the rivers and lakes to the small where is my poem It's rivers and lakes Your nickname, Narcissus it's the sound of the flute