The Bell
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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The world in my garden is peopled
in many hues
a riot of colors from brown
to crystal dew.
These people hide behind their masks
or turn in modesty
some look towards the Sun
and bask in majesty
Others are the moon-lit hour
brief their frangrance may be
enfolded in a coat of many colors
the gift that let's us be.
Attended by these loving hands, Who
sowed the seeds that free
from the frost which stole in darkness
the bell rings liberty.
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