Sonnet :
This evening I guess the wind sighs me
clings gently interrupted outer skin
storytelling in the dark lament night
reverberate through thw wind whispered
lay the body on the wind like a cloud
then sobbed tears remembering dark moans
I saw a dark figure in a daydream
I seem to know him , yes I remember
wind replied : yes he is your father
then you compare them with laughter story
yes, I remember about the sad life
old figure who lost fifteen years ago
a king in a small empire that built them
winds bring love to those who embraced God
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