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Silence of Cherry Blossoms
Silence shakes,
and forgotten is the raucous
In desert, sadness befalls,
and anger chokes
Blossoms are the mourners,
for the dying land,
that, with pain, screams,
and its skin it tears
World has imprisoned its winds,
and unjust, in silence,
it kills dreams
The free die under the sun,
and nature takes its revenge on time
Silence shakes,
and this year, no one
jubilates for cherry blossoms
Footnote: The original poem in Farsi by Orang Gholikhani.
