The smiles of the African children
The delight in their eyes
The sweet innocence
Struck with awe and wonder
By the simplest things
Chalk on the front stoop
Colorful balloons twirling in the air
Lasting only for a moment
Before a thorn triumphs
Bursting them into a thousand pieces
So much joy and so much glee
If only for a short time
Fleeting as the setting sun at twilight
It is light
And then it is dark
Totally black
Except for the twinkling stars above
Pinpoints of light
So sharp in the equatorial sky
Noises in the night
The constant hum of exotic insects
The soft crooning of an unknown bird
The melodious sound of neighbors' voices
Lifted in praise
It is so far away and yet so near
As near as the beating heart within me
The smiles of the African children
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