Aishwarya. Ash - Bell

Once I imagined the bell.
All the rest came easily.
The young man in the burgundy coat
Lilies tolling their scent in the garden
Pale moon over narrow streets,
It all dreamt itself into tall dark trees
Shivering with sparrows and wind.

Aishwarya. Ash

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