Bells
The clouds float freely past the sun
Dew drops glisten on the rose petals
Trees rustle as the gentle breeze laughs
Silver bells tinkle the joy of future days
The dark night sky is starless
Mud coats the ground
Lonely feet pad in the cold
Tears flow down the child's pale cheek
Iron bells clank the passing of life
Copyright © Christi Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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