Tiny cadent couplets
Embracing my feet,
Anklets, they fly
Gambol sky high
You'd set them in silver
And bound them to whims
They lift my soul
Into moon-clouds, star winds
Astride the faraway tree
But hush, do hush
Fly by my dreams
Anklets, be silent
Let me hear them
Sing
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