Sonnet M


    A Millions of Splendid Stars


    Endless waves, the child ran like a wind


    Till arrived to thy beauty of train


    Dream seems like a garden


    Where thy tireless hands made seeds


    Whimsical feet strolled the million of hills


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    Often the sun faded the path


    Still waves stood as a king


    Life is filled with tallest mountain


    Like how hurt floating above the tenth


    Wind cut thy painful clouds


    What the eyes glimpse at


    A splendid of stars made a brightest dads


    Life is like a shining star


    Where never be afar