the wind soughs faint and
fair among branches
the silversheen whispers
a mouth with a thousand
paper tongues
licking greenly
the wind, the wind
she moves
anima mundi
the chime rings on my patio
in jaipur a child hears a bell
floating and leaving no trace
the wind soughs faint and
fair among branches
the silversheen whispers
a mouth with a thousand
paper tongues
licking greenly
the wind, the wind
she moves
anima mundi
the chime rings on my patio
in jaipur a child hears a bell
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A good word – soughs
I’ve read it plenty of times but I think this is the first time I’ve ever used it.
You bring me right into the moment…very dreamlike, and I think I heard a bell
Bells are one of my favorite sounds 🔔.
Excellent!
Thank you very much!
Lovely, Crow. Sort of dream-like.
Yeah, kind of hazy and soft. Thank you!
Yes, exactly.