Chiming Temple Bells
In a twilight garden where the wisteria sways
The lycaenids whisper their loving praise
songs are sung and are being timed
When the temple bells are being chimed
Twosome toddler twirl and swirl in a lawn
Laughing and giggling like a gambolling fawn
No worries of the empty belly nor the pain
Of scratched knees and sees a mirth in a handful grain
The termless ocean hustles at faraway shore
And she called the dorado to hum like before
The brook talks about the stalk leaf that afloat
Lighter and gentler and looks more of pismire boat
In a gloaming garden where the sunlight blushes
All remain silent and only the sings of thrushes
Songs are sung and are being timed
When the temple bells are being chimed
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