Bells

Bells ring in the distance, familiar in sound,
Down from the tower since I was a boy.

They no longer mean the same thing to me now,
Though I cannot mistake their daily voice.

It comforts to hear their same drawn out toll
Still filling the air in the late afternoon.

by Garret Woo

5/14/2019

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