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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