AntiPoetics - Poetry - Ice Blue

Ice Blue

Lost in a moment,
Or maybe just lost...
I'm exchanging thoughts for bells,
Do you hear them?
Ringing in your insides
Through the crystal-winter air,
Echoes inside echoes,
With your head inside the belfry,
Feeling foolish in the moonlight
With an icy silver shine.

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