Wind Chimes
My day was such that the sun did not shine.
And lately, starry starry nights are in decline.
So, I captured the night and made it mine.
It was just a quarter past nine.
And I could hear the wind chimes;
Sounds bringing peace to the mind;
And enabling me to lose track of time,
As they guided me gently down the lifeline.
I fell asleep, leaving all of my stress behind.
They were the copper pipe wind chimes
The penny color variety is one of a kind
I slept soundly and woke up feeling divine
100221PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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