Peg of life in every corner of the street,
Giving help to those who pass
Flowers bloom between the gutters,
Nourrished in wastes of the city
Nothing picks it up from the ground,
for the root cuts deep down in life,
leaving a brutal mark on the surface,
ends still frustrating to root up
I like your poem. Especially this part: Giving help to those who pass Flowers bloom between the gutters, (^_^) Nice one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it the Sakura...my goodness..i missed it..its about to bloom when i left Japan...mo ichido ikitai desu