Poetry lets pain out and beauty in
It draws in heaven, helps peace begin.
When things go wrong and then get worse,
I always turn my mind to verse.
And whether true or all or in vain
When loves strikes I rhyme again,
My tears of joy, my tears of grief
Find in words a sweet relief:
When strong emotions must break free
I let them run in poetry.
David's master piece! :D
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開始於無邪 靜止於純潔
一夕之間下起你的雪....
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