Brick Through The Mirror


Wednesday, June 19, 2013

06-19 Bells

All the bells were blooming,
in spreading green fans of light,
beneath,
and up I saw,
movement,
breath,
above reaching out,
laughing,
I sat,
beneath,
and up,
above,
reaching out,
bells blooming with light.

Posted by Tim Rains at 8:20 PM
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