One little bell left hiding in the tree
One tiny bell that always eludes me
When Christmas time has ended
And I take down the parade
One slight trinket will always evade.
Yet is announced with each small twitch
In tinny voice, its own special pitch
That nothing fully ceases
But leaves in its wake
A faint tinkling magic for its own sake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem