My dog
Ate a piece of bone
Then fell down
My flowers
Got rained
Then withered
I was jolted out of the nightmare
Said it was a dream fortunately
A voice said,
No,that's not
Calling my dog
He didn't appear
Walking beside windowsill
Only vacant flowerpot left
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice start, wei. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.