The green veil of the sparrow has taken flight,
No breaking of vows or fleeing from battles,
must be accepted in front of the dawn lamp's light.
A strange new season has arrived, holding the hem of the winds,
Triumph will be earned as a product of entire grinds.
All hail to yesterday, but the novice courage begins,
The journey is long with all the storms of thoughts; yet, the destined destination pins.
The sparrow spends all life in the journey but the vision stays before her eyes,
Giving back to the soil and building a new caravan of aspirations, suffice.
The hope is safe behind the dreams, beholded
The night will stretch on for a long, long path,
but the valour shall prevail in all the possible ways, even moulded.
Give rise to your internal strength, release the notion of terrible dissection.
The world is waiting to witness the highest order of your gliding, show it your valorous reflection! !
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