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