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.