Beneath the giggles of the twilight tide, where dim light swims in secret streams...
Children dance with winged shoes, a riddle's gait, echoes of ring-round-the-rosy swirl In night’s hush, whispers of never-ending stories, tempered by a teardrop silver and a smile unfurled.
Do the shadow sprites come to play
When the stars bid the moon to stay?
Their laughter drips like syrup slow,
A drop of dark against the snow.
Will you follow the paths twisted and bee-lined?
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