before mother died
she gave me this tea cup
white porcelain
mounted with a
cherry blossom
on its side
i do not keep it
i place it on the side
of the house
along the pavement
the rain comes and fills it
the sun comes and warms it
nothing breaks
and no one.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nature invigorates, it never betrays. CP