Ring your bells
wring your hands
fingers cling to splintered wood
The handle of the bell
fits the crease of your palm
like a bookmark in a ragged book
Ring your bells
wring your hands
Who will read your story?
(1991)
every whit whole
Ring your bells
wring your hands
fingers cling to splintered wood
The handle of the bell
fits the crease of your palm
like a bookmark in a ragged book
Ring your bells
wring your hands
Who will read your story?
(1991)