the bellRINGS
tinitubular
sending curlique vibrations
of sound unseen
but felt at the very heart
of the core
and then there isJOY
floating around in moted
DEFIANCE
small smidgens fall like
MANNA
on the thirsting ground.
and in this simple action of grasping at INSPIRATION
we the poets
hear
the ECHOES
of lives unlived
and see the beauty of
DREAMS
yet to be broken
and in that
small moment
we are the KEEPERS of the
world
WITHIN the bells that are
RINGING
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
the bellRINGS
tinitubular
sending curlique vibrations
of sound unseen
but felt at the very heart
of the core
and then there isJOY
floating around in moted
DEFIANCE
small smidgens fall like
MANNA
on the thirsting ground.
and in this simple action of grasping at INSPIRATION
we the poets
hear
the ECHOES
of lives unlived
and see the beauty of
DREAMS
yet to be broken
and in that
small moment
we are the KEEPERS of the
world
WITHIN the bells that are
RINGING
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