I tell you that,
That the sorrow
Is the speedy birdie
-As a winged arrow
But he so loves,
Lovely the eyes.
As the cuckoo one's
Nest, the foreigner's...
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I would like to translate this poem
Whims style are smiles coveted landing in flight to touch to lite arrows tipped for speed nought to tarry a captive heart beats a stead of works to breath... Your poems have so much hidden understandings it is hard very difficult not to grasp anything but smiles from them...Thank you. gifts are hard to come by you flow with ease as the falls at the head of all great rivers.....iip