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.
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