A Call To Worship
A call to worship; the timbre of the Gong floods the temple
as crisp northern winds descend the steep mountains to sleepy valley
winds and rich sound co-mingle, churning snowflakes in mid air
~*~
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2014
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