FALL softly into your two
thieve arms, pity the story,
then thruwe it in the trash,
and watch as the bellhop sleeps
in his gutted porch.
FALL softly like the tears
from the clouds, erase the
frost, add in a smirk, and in
comes a wide-eyed thieve,
with a candle, wine, and a
scholars love.
FALL softly, but first...
learn to dance...
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I would like to translate this poem
Learn to dance., maybe softely like the candle does... thanks, Jodilee