maith

like tiny crystal bells

you heard it at the back

buried under chaos

as all the minutes stack

the closer you listen

louder it will grow

sound becomes a feeling

and you will ever know

nothing from the black

can hold you in its arms

what tiny crystal bells

that rack all evil charms

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