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The Time
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Time

Church bells sing.
Quiet song rings.
A special sound.
Calling to all, profound.
I felt a bliss.
As of an eternal kiss.
Feeling a rapore.
Open Bible, a door.

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Comments (1)

A very beautiful rhyme. Thanks for writing.