i carried my love like a broken bell —
once little pieces in my pocket, now
upon a great tower housed, where
a flock of doves may find their rest
after hours of scouring the air.
and when they do,
what must they find?
a spectacle worth giving up the sky?
will quietness prove a sweet retreat
for wind and wing, while stillness hides
the mighty shout this giant bell,
unto the dove, confides?

i carry my love like a mighty bell;
with effort and a few nudges,
i might stir and rouse
the town square.

.— A. P.

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