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Rhytmic Chime
 The symptoms of spring budding tulips and fresh clean air.
Beauty of sunlight that callsout to trees and their new sprouting leaves.
Then we still feel resentful winter that folds into its bouts of grief,
fading fast in springs relief.

Do we hear the guiver of the rolling river,
a flow that sometimes touch the sea to join the waters and sets it free.
The corners of the mind, heeds history of season's both cruel and kind,
The world will hold the hands of time as seasons come and go, God's
Rhythmic chime spins the world in and out of seasons climb.

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Rhythmic Chime