Poem: Golden Wind Bells

Soul Fields

 

Sunny spring days
such as this one
are like the most
elegant
jazz,
like
mint
ice cream

Resting in
the lightness of
my heart
I can hear
microscopic
tiny
golden
wind bells
softly
tingling.
That is the
sound
of boundless
soul joy.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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