Quiet,
yet a cricket chirps,
one tiny violin,
to add music to my dancing thoughts,
My heart yearns,
my thoughts turn,
and waltz around with my emotions,
A moth flutters by,
as if wishing to cut in,
a bullfrog croaks,
throaty notes,
perhaps looking for love,
I don't blame him,
I guess it's not so quiet after all.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your words make these thoughts so vivid, like one is actually there feeling, seeing, smelling what you do. I like it.