As the wind blows,
The tree dances ballet.
As I watch,
The tree sways, increasing the grace.
I wait and wait for the tree to dance again,
As if waiting for someone
To give me free diamonds!
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I would like to translate this poem
lovely words melt into beutiful imagery short but so touched love it thanks for sharing and i invite you to read mine