Never ask me to go a flirt
Just ask me to go bit alert
Of the false temptations
And all the prevailing dirt
You always feel your soul
Sat in the dark like an owl
Afraid of a white morning
With a terrified face scowl
I know dark is prominent
Looks stable and recent
Yet I wait for a morning
To be sure and permanent
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes i agree with this great moral poem! Each line true and perceptive awesome. Pls review my latest, a busybee poem