tarnished and tawdry
of an age begone
rusted and broken
myriad colors beckon
it catches my fancy..
I give it a try
it jingles, like a muffled cry
hanging, in the curtains dry
it chimes when the wind walks by
it sings me a story, a sweet lullaby.
Photo courtesy:http://jennyjones3.deviantart.com/art/Windchime-88273457
