lunes, 4 de septiembre de 2017

Sil

The bell that chimes with all its might
The gusts of wind bring soft whistling
A heartbeat synced with booming copper and zinc
Our breaths run deep across the tight strings

An orchestra of feelings
Building up to the ceiling
As a new phase is beginning
And the unfeigned sounds keep repeating

The fruit bearing branches await in glee
That you may sit together beneath the tree
And hear that sweet melody
Can you hear the symphony?

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