Hammer upon the iron,
Sparks contrast against the ink black sky.
Beads of sweat upon the grey concrete,
Hidden upon the commotion, a silent sigh.
Dawn breaks,
Floods the world in amber and light.
Hands slow, as eyes peer up,
A chance to take a short respite.
Looking down upon the fruits of perseverance,
A light within the heart begins to burn away the haze
The spreading warmth is called pride,
A worthy prize, in the end, to face.

This life hits me,
hard,
right in the face,
Just wait for me to get back up,
so it can kick me in the stomach.
Maybe if there is no lost and pain，
then there is no happiness and gain.
I tried to stand up straight.
But the wind blew all my energy away.
It sings a song so loud,
That's a winning rhythm.
I still won't give up.
I cant forget the tears that welled up in her eyes.
And I determined to try my best so i will never see that again.
I want to be her pride.
So I keep my sword high,
This battle is with myself.
And i will never give it up.

The grey of the morning lightens,
Tendrils of mist encircle the ground, enveloping the tree in a tender embrace,
The cracked and broken skin weeps and tightens,
Only to burn and blister again in the light of day.
The fog fades as the morning grows,
Mist turns to dew, clinging to the grass with every hold,
Footsteps in the mud leave their marks,
A reminiscent memory lost in the fold.
Through the trees, you take the journey,
Upon life’s forever unknown trail,
Always something new, something to catch your fancy,
And always the chance you’ll stumble and fail.
But like the moribund tree,
And it’s never ending cycle of drought and tears,
It resembles the pinnacle of tenacity,
Telling you not to heed your fears.
As life is a cacophony of highs and lows,
And will bring with it experiences of happiness and sorrow,
But like the morning and the night, the light and the dark,
The cycle and renewal will always follow.

A cascade of emotions overwhelm me,
The soft touch a tingle on your skin,
The mesmerising scent of the sea,
Leads me to believe I’m in heaven.
In the night, her dark eyes tingle,
With joy, mischief, and love,
Part the crowds to mingle,
As the moon shines above.
Days pass as the world grows older,
She paints the world for me to see,
Feelings grow stronger and bolder,
Until a cascade of emotions overwhelm me.

How brilliant

这字体真棒！

epic!

Entering the realm of your arts
Pick any and
I shall but hail the
Creator of such glorious wonder

好喜欢哦

好喜欢哦

楼主生活在国外吗？

I stumble as I try to walk,
Every day bringing a new fascination.
I stutter as I try to talk,
Mesmerised as reality melds with imagination.
Remembering back to senior high,
Every day bringing new knowledge, emotions and fear.
Where possibilities seemed to stretch beyond the sky,
And success within arms reach, so near.
Time accelerates as the days become closer,
Caught up in the frantic pace of life.
A year passes now, in what seemed like a week before,
Body and soul worn by stress and strife.
A haze is all that's left now, a memory that lingers,
And I stumble as I walk.
"Youth taken for granted, is time lost forever",
I stuttered, as I talked.
But Hollow words fall upon deaf ears,
Those who are oblivious to the past generation.
Caught up in the frantic pace of life,
Every day bringing a new fascination.

操场上的垃圾是昨晚看电影的人丢的，
the rubbish on the playground are filmwatch peoples throw in last night.
这样写对不

啊啊啊啊 这个字体我想学很久了 一直找不到练这个的文本