(Pic by Kurosan on Deviant Art ~ Tear Drop Windchime)
The chime can sing so softly in a breeze
A bamboo melody; a glass or metal song
And yet I feel a sense of limpid tears
For some far ancient choir; a note gone wrong
At times the music seems a listless rhyme
Just seeping from some endless sphinx-like shame
It wimpers and it sighs through churning time
As if it longs to find some cosmic aim
While I can only helpless hear the tune
And wonder on the wonder of unknowns
And hope I feel the peace of wisdom soon
Before the day becomes like coldest stone
The winsome song of chimes is magical
Defeating shades of all that's logical
~
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