Though you may think me wounded
Fell, headfirst, from my nest
No wind beneath my weakened wings
Horizon's reach, far fetched
Don't look upon me grounded
I've courage, still to try
Once mended and rebounded
I'll take to the sky
And fly, soaring high,
To heights, you might deny
And fly beyond the heavens eye....
Appearances can be, and most often are, deceiving! Courage of heart and the belief in the right one has to their own individualism, together with an indomitable spirit, will win out every time over those with closed heart and a cloistered mindset... I adore the strength and sense of determination in this pen. Touché dear Poet!
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I would like to translate this poem
When all seemed lost and you have nothing by your side, Your inner courage you must seek for strength to provide.-10