Nor do...

Nor do we forget
joy as the bells ring

even there
here in the boisterous noise its past
we found joy

working its rigging through the snow

overcoming the 'nyet' as its swirl capered throughout sky
metamorphosing shifting caul
become yes
yes Yes
yes ~ .

solace ~ renewal bliss ~

We'll head back
we'd head o ut
watch from
watching the world
curl ~


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