A little girl twirls
Under the starlight
Her frilly dress spinning
Through the dust mites
A little girl dances
Swinging her teddy
Her little white stockings
Growing dirty steadily
A little girl sings
Humming to no music
Following a tune
Her mind is using
A little girl sleeps
Dreaming of faraway lands
With princes and princesses
Offering her dances
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel dancing with your lovely poem......................i like it