Blooming Renewal
The Chime's Call to a New Beginning
Sometimes, the chimes calls,
Not for weddings, not for funerals
But rather, when a miracle happens,
For a new chapter begins
Lighting up, the darkest hour,
The miracle, a white flower
Growing its roots, seeking the awakened,
For when the chimes sounded
The flower, made them dream,
In the flowing stream
A door, a portal to anywhere,
They all dreamed, to go somewhere
Far from these lands, they would,
In the search of wood
To light the darkness we live in,
For it is time to begin
A new adventure awaits us all,
Answer the chimes' call, and be anew
About the Creator
Nardalis (Narda)
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