Wind Chimes

Poem By kethozelie paunuo

Such pleasant sound and peace,
Wind chimes in the breeze,
Tinkling gently,
The mind embraced it deftly.

Like a toy,
Amusing the eye of a little boy,
Waiting for the wind to play,
As he dreamt of fay.

Everlasting music for the soul,
Stirring memories of ole,
Ere my sight,
Under the moonlight bright.

I'd set it high in the bower,
And gaze at the swaying flower,
The good old times; i'd think,
As I blink.

Comments about Wind Chimes

Where I sit each morning, and compose my poems, under the were made of my own wind chimes...like church bells, filling me with serene touch. Your poem captured exactly that.PEACE
everlasting music for the soul, good writing, I like it. Please read my poems and comment.


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