Bells of Blue

I stand alone, watching,
Through a meadow tried and true,
Through a path, I think, of you.
Through the smell of salt and taffy;
Through the taste of kisses dandy.

I cant fathom you,
From a faraway land,
From a different hand.
From the bottom opened out;
From the top becomes a spout.

And the bells of blue come out.

The End

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