Not all chimes are born equal,
Some are crafted from the fondness of memories,
Personal heirlooms and trinkets,
Charm bracelets and household curios,
Purposefully pastiched together,
Into sonorous miracles.
Each piece sings its own song,
A symphony of disparate notes,
That come together in perfect harmony,
To deliver auditory beauty,
In moments of personal calm.
The wind may not be their conductor,
But their music still enchants,
A reminder that beauty can be found,
In the everyday things we hold dear.
These chimes, these personal miracles,
Are a tribute to the creativity of humanity,
A testament to the power of imagination,
And a celebration of the beauty of individuality.
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