Sunday 3 September 2017

bell

my heart pulls
into the shape of
a bell

          i murmur a prayer
may we never become lazy with love and
never despise the urgency of the creative deed

i begin to ring from deep inside my chest
it trembles and shakes through all my muscles till my body
rises and chimes straight through the great skies

           wake up world, wake up!
           the new day breaks like a season of swallows
           in flight after the smell of summer

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