I step into the river of breeze on the terrace.
Some bells tinker in the distance,
moonlit white, it's a quiet night otherwise.
Them stars afar, tinker silently
reminding who is the passerby.
Immovable, their light is ageless
millions have gone, and millions will come by
it's humbling
it's wonderful, this night sky
wind chimes tinker nearby
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