Looking At Your Language by Virginia

The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of a green oak

swaying in the wind

 

Your words look like budding maple leaves

 

If I could translate, I think you might be saying, “I want you to be my friend.”

 

I would love to say to you, in my language, “I hope you will be my friend.”

 

 

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