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