Such pleasant sound and peace,
Wind chimes in the breeze,
Tinkling gently,
The mind embraced it deftly.
Like a toy,
Amusing the eye of a little boy,
Waiting for the wind to play,
As he dreamt of fay.
Everlasting music for the soul,
Stirring memories of ole,
Ere my sight,
Under the moonlight bright.
I'd set it high in the bower,
And gaze at the swaying flower,
The good old times; i'd think,
As I blink.
kethozelie paunuo
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