22 April 2012
Stand in that old walled garden and hear the sounds of laughter,
Child's laughter, bright and young,
Like ringing bells in the summer sun,
Hear them chatter and hear them play,
Laughing all the day away,
Look at their porcelain skin,
Eyes of blue,
Hair of snow white,
Two little boys chattering,
One older, one younger,
But alike enough to be time captured twins.
Garden • Opuss № I