Sonnet# Literature - 文海拾贝
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It is raining cats and dogs in my town,
A little pony is running under the scorching southern sun
Connected in between,
Are clouds, blue, several patches of moods, and clouds,
Under which we breathe, imagine, and dream.
I went to Walmart and did my deeds,
I got lost in the crowds and endless merchandises,
This part of life is so glamorous and,
So breath-taking when one is,
Lost in patches of emotions.
The roads flooded,
So unexpectedly that
On Sunday I became
Speechless
Together with the river.
A little pony is running under the scorching southern sun
Connected in between,
Are clouds, blue, several patches of moods, and clouds,
Under which we breathe, imagine, and dream.
I went to Walmart and did my deeds,
I got lost in the crowds and endless merchandises,
This part of life is so glamorous and,
So breath-taking when one is,
Lost in patches of emotions.
The roads flooded,
So unexpectedly that
On Sunday I became
Speechless
Together with the river.