Those recurring chords
resonance of bells
that continuous swell
sacred rivers of sound
gentle angelus
this surging return
upon angelic scales
gentleness of bells
essential simplicity's
angelus
These are hardly diaries
rather continuities
life reflections
of transparent verse
conflagrations
Turning the pages you return
home to the warm farm lawn
to sleep among the camomile
till sweet oblivion
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