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Into the echoes

 
The world feels like a prickly cactus.  
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.

Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.

An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
Written by Pishashee
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