Blossom falls from cherry trees
mist is clinging to a stream
how my whispers like to scream
to the trees roam hungry bees
‘plunge your needles into me'
don't massage the cherry blossom
bring your pain unto my bosom
and I know shall nurture thee. M
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I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poetic expression, Schrijfidee.....10+++++++++++++