She smirks at me, this black-haired girl
rice careless on her lips, eyes dancing
with happiness and mirth.
We try to talk, you and I,
but she demands the sum of our attention
speaking delight and joy in unshaped words.
Blistering with her
ungovernable charisma then
sparkling each time we look her way.
An unclouded heart
fired by the glance of strangers,
tugging her blue hat, throwing it away.
Who are you, little smiler,
with this tiny jade bracelet?
A princess of the world?
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