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Charms
soft mercies reveal the evening,
as bells chime their praise
from some far away steeple,
and their beauty calms the dark.
giving pause to my pace,
I permit myself a smile,
and a long-ago prayer, sadly
forgotten by time’s thievery.
smoke nestles in the breeze
from someone’s brick chimney,
or perhaps a campfires warmth,
the pungent balm of dying wood
sharing its last breath to the night.
like treasured charms on a bracelet,
threaded together by simple joys,
memories and moments meld as one,
to be favored in dreams smile.
