The Song of Wind Chimes
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Somewhere there is an unused chime
disconnected from its peers.
It lies in untouched, safely silent solitude.
It's veneer is pristine and shiny,
but within is a hollow vacancy.
Elsewhere there is an incomplete wind chime
missing some quintessential part.
It lives in unknowingly incomplete, happy harmony.
Each chime is chipped and worn
but filled with joyous music.
If ever they should be united,
Ah, the song their collisions will sing.
8.27.18
For Contest: Wind Chimes
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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