In compartments you kept them,
All your pretty things
Like toys kept in their boxes
Some still unwrapped
Some not.
You had one favourite
that was kept in a special place,
away from all the others.
It was not to be spoken of, looked at
or touched.
Because only it was your favorite.
You said you loved them all
Yet you loved not one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, good. the conclusion makes the poem. Read mine -Frost Flowers - Adeline