Mantra Meditation

Their voices are soft and belled.
I feel that I’m stuck inside.
I’m absolutely unshelled
and wide-closed-eyed.

My voice is a tongue of these bells.
It chimes. It’s echoed by walls.
And every one of my fibres and cells
Are blithesome, free-willed thralls.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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