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I. The waters lie still as you walk across them. II. What is left of a miracle if there are no fish, nor wine, nor ripples and wind? When all faith is lost, does a sprouting tree make a sound? III. Hopes are what're left of your presence. We partake of them like cheesecake, when in reality they are but truffles. IV. So let us throw the opening pitch and see how the batter swings! There are enough in the stands tonight to catch for us. V. And we are but ticks and tocks of a clock with star-crossed power. Let us find a new miracle: between glimpses of humanity on the subway in the rising of French bread over treetops but under the stars before the beginning of the urge to prepare to turn the page and leave behind all that now not is. VI. From ashes and dust a song rises amongst us. -- 英語文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 個板 defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 122.124.100.191 ※ 編輯: spacedunce5 來自: 122.124.100.191 (08/30 01:03)
hahastarr:V 08/30 06:50
dieEule:really good 08/30 11:30