Wind That Scuttle

It's the wind that scuttle Had it not left me troubled? Bewildered and peculiar am I The strange looks of the sky Rains by as the day sleeps the night And welkin seems It broke down a frail sigh Thus, emitted a shrill cry Shuns the daylight as clouds gather Entwined with poetic strife As lovely clouds converge to safeguard I have thought... When the wind come hitherto from afar Only shall it present ...more mellow mars Suddenly fallen have I ...the prolific wind scuttles It's the wind that scuttle Had it, left me yet troubled? Bewildered and peculiar am I... Nevertheless... Eyes of tomorrow shall come to pass And mind of sorrow fall short at last I want to make much...of my soul However...the wind which tarry hitherto stows me much troubles In which I composed a frail sigh from And even I...I emit a shrill cry, with a voice, saying... "Goodbye. That I may change direction from mellow mars." And now...brother and sisters. Behold...now I am free.