Sonnet 20

  The Downcast Mountain

  Written by: Ariel Cabasag

  No scented hills cover the clouds

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  Except the thorny wind flawed at me

  No air be the way

  Hath soil rummaged on hills

  Till I transformed into a wing

  All nights of flying on sky

  No impeccable eyes clinched the sea

  Where painful dreams down the bay

  All days still shine,

  Yet, a mountain hankered to be gone

  Will the sun fell down the tree?

  Rainbow won’t cover me,

  Except the trillion tears, as hurt as chili