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

The song of windchime

Early morning,

the alarm clock didn’t ring,

yet,

the windchime had already got up,

i was being woken up,

slowly,

by it,

i listened,

i went outside to listen,

to the voice of the windchime,

jingling,

a rhythmic beating of the drum,

it was nodding,

and it seemed to say,

“…humility is,

the finishing touch”.

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