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Thoughts in my mind
Vacillating
Wanting to unwind

Emotions felt
Heard by words

Neither vocalised
Nor rehearsed

Written and versed

In a rhyme
Back in time

Now and forever
As the wind chimes
Wishing and hoping everyone had a lovely Christmas
Greetings of the season to one and all on HP :)

Inspired by the new wind chime that I recently bought :)
Bella Feb 2019
Wind chimes backward are like heaven in my
We cannot escape the past
So you and i will never last
"I love you" and lies were a blast
But even love, too, has it's final dance
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Girard Tournesol Nov 2018
The chime of common things
Keeps time with chords of wind
Calls me a soft note
In the music of the spheres
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Flowing from a mesmeric flute,
soothing chimes of melody
caress every cell of my being to a lullaby.

Like silver drizzles of sunlight
illuminating a willing landscape
to esoteric radiance,
every cell glows to a call
from the depth of stillness.

Dust returning to dust
to free the spirit from the hold of mortality
diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of
thoughtful mystery,
with new wings to migrate
to a land shut to mortals
blinded by illusions.

On the wings of the mystical whirlwind
I dance to the call of bliss
that escorts me to the
heart of its radiance.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Hair now strokes my cheek
Happy thoughts flies with the wind
The sweet wind chimes sings
My house is still kinda stuffy so I'm outside my home.
Thank you God for the cool day today!
120 followers! ***! ***! ***! THANK YOU!!!!
Man, this means so much to me!
And so flows my tears of joy T____T
Thank you, lovelies!!!!
Lyn ***
Nick Stiltner Jul 2018
They sing from along the path,
lined like torches would, evenly spaced.
A hazy wood surrounds me,
swirling trees and melting hues
of a late summer afternoon,
fiery colors dancing and melding together,
flowing to the next,
cream in a Sunday morning roast.

The colors, the chimes
they illuminate my stumbling journey,
my tottering travel.
I stop and catch a gaping breath,
bent over, panting, and begin to listen.

The wind pushes the trees,
it sounds the chimes colliding ring,
it exists in flux,
rising in singing ascent
and exhaling in a comforting sigh.

Drifting down the path,
I separate and regenerate
With each glitching step forward
my face distorts, rearranges.

What is the source of verse, of thought?
Rehearsal, a precursor who holds us like
a ventriloquist through time, or is it just
a keen ear for your minds own
singing wind chimes?
bakunawa Jun 2018
she was dying
out of sobs
to weep for him
while he was running
out of curses
to write for himself
ever found yourself with someone on the same page but of two different books?
bakunawa Jun 2018
i used up
all of my
energy
to keep me
from saying
'i love you'
before i
could hang up.
legit bit my tongue.
umm it really is possible to be good friends with an ex, you have to bite your tongue a lot and fight the force of habit so much... and yes it hurts more than biting your tongue off but if you find all of those worth it i guess you're ******* up?
(lol welcome to my world!!)
bakunawa Apr 2018
--lovers--



       We were
              two steps      
                  shy of love,          
                    first was that              
                                  I gave up                            
                            and the second:                        
                                    you made me            
                                                          stop. ­           


                                                              ­  --strangers--
Bridge the gap man, just bridge the gap.
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