Sonnet U


    Mountain of Care


    Sizzling of feelings fall


    How heavy the star ?


    Empty can hardly fly


    Like mother bird, often fry


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    Thunder plotted the tree


    How hurt boughs, still a candy hand


    Often be thy band


    Haven care could be free


    Stop calling the silver rain!


    Let the bessle of shore


    Be the mountain of pure


    Mirror how I bonked thy pain


    If star fail hit the bay


    A lovely seed lasts stay