Poem | Bells of time

Bells of time.

^{Bells approaching
resounding sound,
lament of a wilted flower,
a cycle that closes, a beginning that is ending.}

^{Rumbling bells,
echo the events of time,
are flowers that fly in the wind,
they go away.}

^{Close,
very close is the end of the cycle.
With it, the clock will set a new course,
start that's final.}

^{The hours are approaching.
The wilted flowers float,
there remains the bud of a new flower.
Giving beginning to a great end.}

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