Windchimes
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grandma pours me tea
we talk late into the night
moon covered by clouds
paint peels from windows
as grandpa rocks in his chair
cigar smoke rises
zephyr wind blowing
shells and wood dance in the breeze
I can hear music
wind chimes tinkling
on a sultry summer night
childhood memories
8/28/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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