A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

APPEALING

Through parting clouds,
The moon and stars,
Shift their gaze,
Warm eyes
And nodding smiles,
Beam down,
As another man's laughter,
Peals triumphant,
To the ends of time,
His brittle mask of reason,
Blowing as dust
Upon the ground.
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