Wind Chimes (2007, 2009)
Small sounds
twinkle in the ear -
soft velvet touch.
Invisible fingers
quietly mingle
on a weathered cheek,
with sullen humid arvo sweat.
Bleating echoes in the wind;
desiccated foliage rustles,
let’s as creaking floorboards
whisper willowed memories -
childhood's laughter rings;
clarion of tomorrow fades.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2026 04:57
- Category: Unclassified
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- In collections: audio oeuvre.

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