Bells are ringing, away in wilds,
blaring aloud enchanting tales
and again trailing under deafening gales!
Bells are ringing O, within in mind,
peeling out plucky feelings to spurt
as well thundering every confession to blurt!
Bells are ringing, always, in life
scaring every step you tread, you dare
and sparing once in a sin you perpetrate!
Bells, bells, bells, every where,
caressing the undulated inner lanes,
and polishing the dormant senses!
Loud or mellowed;
harsh or sonorous...
have a heart O' friend,
and find a taste,
for the chimes that define
every plane and élan! !
you have used the magical words that took me into the world for a moment where i could hear and feel bells ringing all around. surely a 10 for this one.
this one echoes how i feel about the bells, mean different things at different times
Hello poet friend, a very delightful poem that makes one want to sing! Good read, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful beautiful