My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Windchime

My heart is the wind chime hanging from the eaves of a pagoda,

tinkling, tinkling,

rising and falling,

knocking, knocking,

on a person’s name,

does your tower feel a microseismism too,

This is the pulse of silence,

around the clock,

do you hear it,

tinkling, tinkling,

this annoying tone,

silence losing to silence,

until the winds are called to divert,

bells are removed,

towers are pulled down,

cause my heart is a windchime hanging aloft,

tinkling, tinkling,

rising and falling,

knocking, knocking,

a person’s name.

 

 

 

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