Fly Black Hawk, Fly!
Clipped wings;
I fear if my inner Hawk would reach greater heights still.
The Fat Lady sings;
But somehow it just never really is our time still.
Five Rings;
Yet I never seem to master all the elements of Battle still.
This Bee really Stings;
Just to remind me that the extraction of Honey is no simple task for real.
Humble Beginnings;
Are but a metaphor akin to those whose lives take turns strictly by free will.
Thoughts that Midnights brings;
Can only be deciphered with the unravelling of time for real.
But to be Human beings;
Is a metaphor explicable only by drinking Lemonade as a reminder that life, can never be perpetually bitter but that some sweet is imminently inevitable and that's God's will.
So Fly; Black Hawk, Fly!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem