Bloom

To cherry trees she comes,
under the cherry trees 
she falls asleep,
there she spends her time
there she reads, breaths!

To cherry trees she sings
with her beautiful voice
an unheard melody,
there under the pink roof 
she sews her notes, her tears!

To cherry trees she hides
all of her treasures
her special fears,
there she is herself
only her, no mirrors between!

To cherry trees she comes,
to dance with the petals
to cradle the leaves,
there she finds her freedom
purified from pain, greed!

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/15/bloom-2/