silent bell
There comes a mist of sounds
I hear them
sometimes they ruffle a few notes
other times, its white ghost
Was I really amongst them
The sprinkles, the splashes
abruptly
its merriment gone
desolate under thick fog
A lurch fumbles
I hear them
sometimes they ruffle a few notes
other times, its white ghost
Was I really amongst them
The sprinkles, the splashes
abruptly
its merriment gone
desolate under thick fog
A lurch fumbles
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silent bell