Seven Wind Chimes
Seven wind chimes tinkling on my porch.
I have lost maybe sixteen others.
They break and blow, or just break.
Each chime has her own unique voice,
Like a well-tuned woman,
Lilting and lifting.
Inspiring me to live my truth
Enjoying my world today.
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