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