Williamsji Maveli writes, " A Whisper...."

What my poetree whispered;
Cherry fruits are like snowfall,
First of all,
You kiss me....
Prior to the execution of death,
Ethereal memory
Pinching...
on my breasts
Filled with pain,
You smile away
Before the fight,
The full-
The love...
In lowland greenhouses,
Press-
You throw...
By the way,
Good in the hot sun
Germination
 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI