Bell Tower
In a circle of serenity,
it stands, towering above all.
Every hour, it cries out
a melancholy sound
Does anyone hear?
People pass by ignorant
And ignoring the sound,
too absorbed in their own lives
to hear the beauty of the bell.
If they could only see, and hear.
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