Sonnet- David Pan

Where is your feathers when can I reach
Wood drops sands, do not exist.
Winds and storm come with your speech
Wise creation, gray blue green, list
** - brush strokes input blood.
Er-the work rare no other’s strangle
Had with wings waving floods,
Elderly treasures gift of my struggle
Heavy goods soften elastic.
Slay all kind, I hold cood sand.
Prejudices arrogant pride me graveyar-d sick
Impart inherit along long proud.
Flashing idea unreachable parts
Solid power unimpeachable hearts.

Do you sense their means, a shot and fast,
Where words are power, opinion takes no feather light.
Where rhythm and rhyme will make anything be true,
A world of with others are waiting for you.
If your heart beats fast when you create and ran
If you want to share what wake your brain,
Come and join us now, let your voice be heard,
In the Poetry Club, where you truly awake
Write, and think, and we all create
New place for us to share, to trust.
Make your story, and you may best.
Languages do not make us alone,
we can make the beauty of it along.
You can use translate,
and it’s no, and nor too late.