I fly with my long wings
Its seems like penguin flipper
Cannot fly for awhile
Tired, and leisure for awhile
It seems like a golden wing
Comb each feather and proper set
Ego means in each faction
Yet cannot fly in numerous trials
All admired magnificent
Yet cannot fly as desire
Thou made a magnificent style
Yet cannot show it to the world
Plead to thee; he replied
You have got eternal beauty
You can stretch it as I grant
Cannot fly as it fissure your style
Each has own reason as I designed
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I would like to translate this poem
every creation has some purpose and some restrictions.................