* poem I wrote in June. One of my favorites.
Skybells ringing in a wistful night
echo to the other side of my mind;
the umbrella of a dream of sighs
and blank paper completely lined.
Misty music seeks for the moon,
and over a golden lake she glides,
running over long forgotten treasures;
covering reflections broken by the tides.
drops of rain step down from the clouds,
and holding hands with the wind;
she creates a clamped melody of blue
rippling stars, a sound that can't be thinned.
Quietly sleeping souls within a blanket of leaves,
and memories that flow as waves in the sea
feeling anew those gratitudes of hope,
knowing they will always be free.
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