Scattered throughout the garden.
Wind, the avant garde of silence.
I walk against, crippled.
No one's here but me.
Inviting, enticing. I walked without hesitation.
Sound of the bells. Playing with the wind.
Bright day, peaceful yet vivid.
Laid upon the grass. Perfect sky I have.
On my side plays the elves, with bells.
I grasp the leaves with my hand, powerlessly.
It's all I can do. Maimed legs of mine.
That's all I can do. I want to close my eyes but I don't want to lose the sky from my sight.
No, I don't need to worry. The next time I open them...I'm with the clouds.
Smooth white silk floating above. I have no regrets.
No disappointment on what I chose. I'm satisfied.
Here, with the wind.
Playing with the sound of the bells.
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