Langrid sparrows astride of the river wide...
Flapping to seem tireless, flapping wind current's ride.
Stopped to rest upon a tree's branch extended...
Saved of heart, renewed to a new refreshed start.
Voyage of flight, once more uninterrupted...
Destiny is fulfilled when destination is finally met.
Now to rest and live, until the cycle is reset...
Awwwww Shiiiit! ! , 'not again? '
A renewed, begin.
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I would like to translate this poem
QUITE THE WITTY WORK, SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY OF FLIGHT... GOOD IMAGERY...I LIKE IT...'''''''''''FRANK