"Ringing Swell"
A ringing, singing bell can't be heard in heaven.
Can't be seen by the blind.
Here on earth.
It's like a dead birth.
No mirth.
A string may sing.
Love will sing this song, in its magical, mystical tune.
Turquoise tune underneath a full moon.
The song will sing its tune later than soon.
During a tsunami's monsoon.
There will be a night's dawn.
The storm clouds dissipate, and are gone for the rest of this year.
In Nepal
by Jonathan Billet-REDONE 07/13/15
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