it’s man-made
true
a wind chime that is
who argues
but it stirs to life
at nature’s each whisper
i’ve been swept off of my feet
in my child-self-dances like this
the teenage-spirit’s will to play
hushed itself under social etiquette
then i was made to forget
only in dainty slices of the night
do i achieve silence these days
this one though is much desired
three-wishes-kind-of-a genie-attired
i let my meant-to-be-self flow
she inhales the universe in one go
one step-mime at a time
for she at last is in her prime
in the presence of a wind chime
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© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.24.2017
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