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