The blackbirds swooped in their customary jealous way, the Robin
Chirped before leaving for another year, and I patted
The well fed brown clay with my muddy boats.
I remember planting her in the spring hush just after the flakes stopped,
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This is a very sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?
Beautiful imagination flowing in charming words like a shot of a stylish batsman reaching the fence of hearts in a twinkling of eyes. A beautiful poem..................10
Thanks so much Akhtar