[創作] The Rose on the Peak
'Tis the rose on the high peak,
Guarded by mist and cold distance.
Hereafter I know I am deadly sick,
But dare I only cast a far glance.
Why not turn and go?
A backward glimpse, and lo!
Flippant fingers from floppy fog,
Pluck the pretty petals and bud.
The broken red, flying, then fall,
Into the dirt I, a man, to belong.
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Amor vincit omnia.
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