Some spiteful destiny
To have had wrenched out air
Laughing's looping of free time
In joy-jerked free-for-all.
To have had been pinned down
Wing and all, wing and all!
Spitting no ire back up
From off whose great hand blew
Butterfly days, in the form
Of boys' easy telling.
But this, this cross-purposed -
For this clawed fiend's, snuck in!
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Interesting to read...10+. Thanks for sharing.