The bells

They stood silently,

Waiting

The crowd was still,

And the air was quiet.

Silence

Then, swiftly they were up!

Swinging to and fro.

The music filled the void,

And the crowd was awed.

The bells had spoken.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is one of the first poems I was really and truely proud of. I love bells and collect them and I love the sounds they make.

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