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Jan 2015
A shallow breath,
A gentle tone,
Ringing out,
Calling the trees,
Whose ears bend to hear,
Subtle harmonies,
Calling the hills,
Whose eyes close to hear,
More clearly,
The song,
Calling the earth,
Who stirs the sleeping seeds,
So they too,
Can hear,
The calling chimes,
Asking the world to smile,
As they resonate,
So easily,
And sing their metallic song.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
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