Sonnet U

  Mountain of Care

  Sizzling of feelings fall

  How heavy the star ?

  Empty can hardly fly

  Like mother bird, often fry

  Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.

  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