The Bell

A bell once rang as
The day began, delighting
All who heard its song.

But then the sun set
And night descended, and the
Bell ceased its ringing.

No more shines the sun,
And no more rings the bell, but
Those who miss it mourn.

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Glitter

One man’s junk is one
Man’s treasure, and these trinkets
Glitter in the sun,

Diamonds in the rough.
But that which glitters is not
Always what it seems.

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Peaceful Day

A cloud floats by in
The blue summer sky, a boat
On the eastern breeze.

A bird flits by in
The bright summer sun, singing
A beautiful song.

I watch from atop
A green grassy hill, basking
In the peaceful day.

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Stuck

The world keeps turning,
And I keep on spinning in
Circles, wondering

If the world has passed
Me by – if my life has passed
Me by. But the world

Keeps on turning, and
I keep on spinning, wand’ring
As I wonder what

Happened to the girl
I used to be, and how I
Became the woman

I am. And the world
Keeps turning, and still I am
Spinning, wondering.

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Three Little Lines

Three lines. Just three li’l
Lines, and the world could end. Just
Three little lines, and

A new world is born.
A lot can happen in three
Little lines. It’s the

Circle of life – a
Beginning, a middle, an
End. Birth, life, death. So

Much can happen in
So little space, so little
Time. Three lines aren’t much,

But they’re all we’ve got.
What will you do with your time,
Your space, your three lines?

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