Looking At Your Language by Izabella

The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of tree branches blowing

On a fall day in the forest

 

Your words look like plant roots growing, deep in my garden

 

If I could translate, I think you might be saying “Can we be friends?”

 

I would love to say to you, in my language, “Yes, we can be friends.”

 

 

 

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