Church Bells for a Poetic Soul
By UKpoet
Church Bells for a Poetic Soul The circular motion of wheels of peals fingering into the dark trees and wafting vapours of heaven. Then, rain-like, tumbling in a careful choreography of tears. Dripping night-lightly around shadows of gentle graves — loving those long-gone and heard by one living enough to drink in the mix of cold night air and moon. For i stood alone amongst the sighs of angels sharing the nectar of bells. Copyright © 1997 David Taub (Ukpoet@aol.com) Reach (Issue 5) 97 Cherrybite (Living in England — Loving in America) April 971997, Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 01:33 AM PST 0 • 10
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