Sunday, September 4, 2016

Chimes of Heart


Pristine stream across green,
Peaceful forest of leaves,
Here's the home of Charlene.
With a mind that conceives
The most beautiful things
Like the young angel's wings.
 
Dip into the blue sea.
Feel the cold waters, waves
And a glow so classy.
From a God who still saves,
Great is the soul within,
For you ain't made of tin.
 
Seagulls fly high above
With all crystals I have.
Unlike the calm, fair dove.
 
Fins splashing sprinkles here,
Like songs with tones of him,
Bringing words to the air,
Like flowing from a rim.
These are the chimes of heart,
Swaying in breeze of art.
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