there is something about a wooden windchime
chunka-thunk, chunka-thunk in the evening breeze
a quiet sound, a soft sound, katink, katink
a tender sound my mind to please
chunk, chunk, chunka thunk
their sounds soothe my thoughts, I close my eyes
the evening zephyrs play over my face
as the windchime sweetly thunks its lullabye
By susi taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)
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