Night Stories - Nov. 24, 2023

I listen to the chimes

in the night breeze

outside our window

as if they translate a story

the wind is telling

sad frail surrendered

one I can’t understand

except for the sigh

in their voices

lacking solace

like a prayer

that asks for nothing

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