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The little bells

By DreamerOfTheCosmos

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The tiny bells fall so softly As they play their little songs quietly humming away as the filter about the sky The soft pitter patter of them landing the almost silent tinkle, as the lovely little bells sing sing a song in the cooling midnight's moonlight Collecting about hither and yon blanketing the land in a cool and loving hug Wrapping one's self in this serene picture as it develops into a choir of little bells night progresses and by the morn there are the remains of the classical natural song played by the bells covering the grounds Snow has come to my townThere was a beautiful snow fall in my neighborhood last night and i thought I would share it with everyone. ;D Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:25 AM PST   0 • 10

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