When the flow of wind blows the time...
The melody sounds of an old wind chime...
Tinkling tenderly to create tunes...
Where past and present doesn't rhyme...

The wind swirls through in grace...
Gossiping with the rustling leaves...
Spilling secrets from the distant lands...
Singing tales of joys and grieves...

It twirls the strings of chime...
Casting varied euphonical spells...
Swaying through moments and years...
With fervour, the heart swells...

So listen when the chimes ring...
It's about to make your secrets spill...
Of souvenirs of glee and gloom...
Or jingles of wishes you couldn't fulfill....

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