Bells of Blue

Beads of bell tones
gently trickling on my ears
The chime of wind
moving in crystalline rhythm
Dances of dew down daisies dress
and the ending of a natural era
Mother’s Garden wilts in bloom
Fumes rising in summer heat
The rain would eat the skin
The air
stifles the rose childs’ blossom
Forever on and anew
men seek gain
their business gongs
drowning out dews chime
Their greed
tramples the orchards of
Gaia
as we tiptoe through the flowers…

An issue that is close to my heart. Would you help me in answering the question, how can poetry affect the world…?




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