Poetry

Bell


On the slab of the window 
She sat and watched the sun go
The sky changed colours
From blue to hues of pink and yellow

The wind touched her bright face;
Her only companion at the window
Moved gently,
And played music with grace

On the green grasses of Sky
They sat; watched the sun come by
It added new colours 
And took away the gray

The wind was with her today
And her old companion
Was moved over, gently
To the wind where his music lay

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