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Whispers
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New Work Chimes jingle in the wind
Whispers float through the strings
Only some ever reaching me
Some whispers get trapped
The web holds on tight
Some whispers aren't meant to be heard
The chimes jingle once more
But I asleep, hear the whispers
The ones that roam free
I've always loved the sound
I've always loved the sound of copper chimes, and when they ring I can hear the voices calling me. Whispers and things that go bump in the night.
That's exactly what I was
That's exactly what I was going for in this poem :)