Bells that ring
eyes that weep
as yet
dusk is past
night
is time for pining?
Deep night more
is adapt
for ghosts and shrouds
marches in cemeteries
and whispers silent
rustlings loud.
dawn
be yet
so far away!
and
in the distant day
in the distance
the bells ring
the eyes weep
broken hearts
from leap to leap.
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