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A dream captured, Is a dream no more. With silence woe, I watch them slipped through those finger tips, Knowing that they must decade within my grip. What good then, is a men? If not to deny, Deny that which is already his, and strive for more. A dream reached, Is a dream no more. So I only make my choices, with that fire ─ how they quietly danced ─ in my heart. To exist or not, that decision belongs only to me, Because all that there is is mine and mine alone. But perhaps, simply perhaps Slowly I am also decaying, in this dream forlorned this dream I snatched for my own. ======== 這輩子第一次寫英詩,真的抓不太到那種韻味。(當然寫中文詩也沒什麼韻味。囧TL) Anyways, praising, cheering, crying(in disgust), booing, and vomiting are all welcomed. :P -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 74.64.46.185
celestial09:excellent!! :D I love this one! 140.112.4.170 09/29 14:44
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hahastarr:i'm kinda grammatically lost, but my 210.54.148.202 09/29 15:26
hahastarr:grammar sucks so never mind :D 210.54.148.202 09/29 15:28
hahastarr:Oh and welcome aboard!! 210.54.148.202 09/29 15:32