When the curtains were drawn
\nAnd the windows opened
\nThe cool breeze had to move through
\nHoles in the weave
\nThe touch of the oscillating
\nBells of the beaming shells
\nMelted the frozen
\nVoices trapped in the room
\nNow we can hear
\nThe unsaid stories
\nOf the time
\nWhen breeze didn’t have to
\nBe filtered
\nAnd bells could toll
\nRegardless <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When the curtains were drawn And the windows opened The cool breeze had to move through Holes in the weave The touch of the oscillating Bells of the beaming shells Melted the frozen Voices trapped in the room Now we can hear The unsaid stories Of the time When breeze didn’t have to Be filtered … <\/p>\n