Meadows full of flowers, 
smelt near till now; 
Months full of time, 
felt fortunate till now; 
Years full of memories, 
forgotten till now; 
Yards full of grass, 
shovel in hand; 
bury my heart, 
let me bury my heart.
10/15/07                
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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