I watched the circles move from a mysterious source
on yellow painted walls.
I turned to see what could cause this dance of lights and
noticed it was the sunlight peeping through the leaves of the orange tree that near towered over my window.
I smiled and watched as the circles flickered and danced.
Please keep dancing don't stop; I thought!
The light was persisitent as if in answer to my wish,
and created more images on that yellow painted wall.
I smiled even wider!
I moved my eyes as if for the first time across my room and noticed
that chandeliers of lights had formed all over my bed and my room.
Reflecting I wondered as I asked myself;
'I wonder how many little things I allow to go unnoticed.'
Dance lights,
Please don't stop!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery....I can see the lights dancing.