Windchimes Poem by Lev Brekhman

Windchimes



Windchimes I see on a leafless tree,
I only see it, never hear.
On hearing, I could get free,
But cosiness for slave is dear.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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