The brown-eyed children are at play,

a light-as-air dream symphony.

Before, unnoticed, it slips away

pause and listen to melody:

 

The dark-eyed children’s laughter sells

marimba clear. Such music spins

a fairy wonder of lilting bells

as sweet as the sound of mandolins.

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