Come cry with me.
Some one, once then, ' said.
I could not help, but overhear.
Don't trees grow deep,
and deepest some, well are.
But not for me.
Dreams live and dwell
and sing a plaintive song
within the forest, ' all hold dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahaha the title doesn't quite match the poem, being a lesbian myself, I couldn't really grasp what you were trying to say about lesbianism. hahahaha