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Resonance Through Time
I wonder if those same bells still ring each day Or whether they have ceased to play. When I was young, similar bells chimed From the church not far down the hill Only a block away. It is doubtful they would chime nowadays More than once or twice each day, No longer upon the hour. Will the bells continue to ring across the globe? Will I have absorbed their vibrations from The passage of time right after I will have been meeting you in the dandelions? Bells possess resonance They are symbols They're ringing somewhere now I've appreciated the sound of them I've continuously enjoyed their chatter Music is emanating from bells They've been changing my world, Keeping this young mind entertained Bells stimulated our brains Bells were creators of waves That were changing the quality of life After we had accepted them We had been living our lives in wondrous Ignorance of the rhythmical sounds of nature That will fill our spirits until we will be longing for more The chimes will have sounded by noon, A few hours after they will have been finalizing The wishes of our ancestors. To partake in the absorption of bell sounds Invites our playful spirits To return to childhood once again with The ancestors who are now in the wind Their gentleness forever ascending Their love unending
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