Pinelawn

   

The sun is shining    

Cloud is floating

Starry and snowflakes fluttering

The rotation of four seasons still goes on restlessly  

Breeze and drizzle still passes across〝the manor〞

 

 I look up and smile forever!                                                                                                     

No fine linen

My name, life, nostalgia

Being engraved on the bronze plate lying      

Between pine needles and small grass

 

 This tiny compartmented plot                   

Also embraces amid the vast and tranquil paradise                                                   

His soil is my hometown as well.                                                       

                                                          

                                                                         

                                                                                                                                                                              

                                                          

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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