Her mind
Was full
of wind chimes:
Pieces of
copper catching
The last
drops of daylight,
The
twinkling of turquoise triangles,
Suspended
from her celestial ceiling,
A
tapestry of sunshine and stars.
Sultry
summer air
Twists
the trinkets in tantalizing turns,
Weaving
between the pieces,
Intertwining
its fingers
Between
the strings,
Tempting
her chimes to sing.
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