All these special little things, small and dusted really
well.
The carpet soft with a lavender smell, the dolls house
older then you and me, the drapes a sunny yellow with
white snowdrops.
There a five by four window with a playful set of mice's set out
for a yummy diner party.
In this area nothing's out of place and bookcase filled with
wonder and life long travel that we enjoy from time to time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem