My Secret Public Journal
A Window Into My Thoughts, Left Unlocked.
Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Chimes
Chimes
by Dave
Wind whispers,
notes that paint the air with longing,
her breath a brush across my silence.
I sway at her passing,
each tone a soft caress,
a song that lingers on my lips,
and then she is gone,
leaving me to echo alone.
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