Waves of olive trees
Cresting over the hillside,
Flowing down the slope.
New bells! Strange rhythm
Ringing out over the town —
Church tower’s repaired.
Mid-morning silence.
Once the bells have faded out,
Only cicadas.
Waves of olive trees
Cresting over the hillside,
Flowing down the slope.
New bells! Strange rhythm
Ringing out over the town —
Church tower’s repaired.
Mid-morning silence.
Once the bells have faded out,
Only cicadas.
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