I was reminded while writing this that a sonnet has fourteen lines. = =
Also, basically any future poem I write will be discounted from the seasonal
competition.
Okay, here goes:
We are all characters in a novel by God;
Of dust we rise, and into dust we fall,
Be we hero, villain, princess - blonde or black -
It is God who gives us lack or all.
We are all but players on His stage
Acting out a celestial plot;
Maybe we do right, maybe do wrong -
But what we do will never be for naught.
The pen runs dry without His holy Muse;
The soul does die when we reject his light,
But a magnum opus we receive,
In ink and soul, when we accept His might.
God is the start and end of all that is;
All you see, hear, feel, write - all is His.
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女人以為男人只要性
殊不知，每個男人的最大願望
是能起床之後，女人還在身邊
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