“A Confession” Ted (聯英3)

抄寫及攝影：梁卓穎

“A Confession”  Ted (聯英3)

Oft it pains me you tell, That for a

year your teardrops fell, For true

beauty reads age not youth, Those

soothing lines that sayth sooth.

Beauty is truth and truth is rare, Daring

the spring to write that fair, And

though from dust we dust become, The

truth weld that solstice undone.

The poet is none but a quill for once, The ink

unspilled is the blood that runs, Through

quivering fingers the divine is formed, That

formless truth read is by divine adorned.

So let loose your hair,

And that truth it bare,

For time I wait, But

time makes haste