Turning about like a ballet dancer on tip toe, balancing perfectly,
leaping into the air and landing as if silk, so daintily and deli-
cately.
A beautiful way to think of life as it grows and matures with us,
always holding onto this gentle memory helps to keep one focused
on self and not worry about what others think.
Knowing who we are, no one can ever be us, wish all people could
see the way we think and maybe one day emulate us also, seeing
what people think of us doesn't really matter in anyway.
Invariably it's based on jealously, meaning nothing beyond that
person's thinking, so stop wasting your time on unnecessary
thoughts that just hurt and stagnate your own growth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem