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The wind does blow across Chimed bells, Each plays to the wind Taking it in as if inhaling Notes, Harmony, Melody Exhaled with each that dances With the breeze, that graces upon Each chime, Like a stream it surrounds Travels in-between, Metal, Bamboo, High Above to capture each playful note, They will dance to play tunes For each other, What is one with out the other, as music Plays to itself and those around, For when the wind ceases, Then both will be still Till the next time they touch each other.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Wind Teases Metal & Bamboo
The wind does blow across Chimed bells, Each plays to the wind Taking it in as if inhaling Notes, Harmony, Melody Exhaled with each that dances With the breeze, that graces upon Each chime, Like a stream it surrounds Travels in-between, Metal, Bamboo, High Above to capture each playful note, They will dance to play tunes For each other, What is one with out the other, as music Plays to itself and those around, For when the wind ceases, Then both will be still Till the next time they touch each other.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
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