本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 20:39 编辑
Recovered Lost-love
When thou left nothing in our love but pain,
Then our shared mirth killed me into death.
Just hunged myself, kept bleeding love in vain.
How should accept from thy mouth telling truth?
Afflicted trusting thou will abide by faith,
Holy oblation of my passion thy not require.
Trapped in this fickle unrequited love math,
As a pollywog is not what fisherman desire.
Without scruple expel thy deceived air,
Nor falling again for thy stupid love song.
Focusing on self-esteem should admire,
Even tears fall down just for this Moving on.
Now I get what I want thy unfettered,
Still never be bruised and battered.
憋了一首十四行诗,创做过程如下:算数统计数音步,歌词变成语料库。o(∩_∩)o...
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