I never forgot to carry blooms
Whenever I came to this yard,
For my friends and for my family
And for Angels who somberly guard;
In an twinkling the years parried by
Quite like others I made this my home,
Oh Heavens' and thy mystic barters
For those blossoms are back on my loam.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem. Thanks for sharing.