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
Labels: poem
silent bell
posted by Lazy Spook at 3:31 AM
1 Comments:
beautiful.. delicately beautiful!
u surprise me little lady.. are you really one person.. ??
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