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A Broken Dissonance
Harmony was missing in the breezy hills,
lonely paths were gleaning with fresh rain;
eagles owned the chilly, noiseless heavens:
stillness reigned over the barren terrain!
Then a slender boy sprung from the creek,
he carried his backpack bending his spine;
he skipped school to explore another peek:
the steep climb was mentioned in his zine!
Three days after spring broke its dissonance,
the finches and the geese began their flight;
bewildered Bob watched them in blazing light:
sprightly skies regained their magnificence!
Could another kid be happier than he would?
He whistled and hummed, each small discovery
was a joy and he paused to taste tranquility;
close to sunset, he headed back to his world!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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