精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
My youth, Gone with the pulse of time, Swooped down the era While emptiness filled the air. Your youth, The naive lilac, Bloomed only in the spring Of the very present yet, When I folded my eyes, Repeating in my mind The grandeur vista again And again, There remained nothing - what a cruel nothing, But the winter shrouded with Your withered, chapped leaves when I tried to portrait Your lovely image. Their youth, Like this torn, old guitar, Harped on the best tale Ever penned - a trilogy depicting The course of life. Our youth, The most splendid apparels which We were once trapped with, Would yet be doomed to be Death's best collection. The more we advance, The more youth retreats. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 219.71.17.17
dale:╭────────────────╮ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│感謝您於本板發表作品!     ├╮ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│                ││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│依《本板規章與注意事項》之第二項││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│「賞善」篇,凡於本板發表個人創作││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│者,得優文一篇,以茲鼓勵。   ││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│                ││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:│        ──poetry 板板主││ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale:╰┬───────────────╯│ 218.166.95.109 08/20
dale: ╰────────────────╯ 218.166.95.109 08/20