Yesterday when I lookup my backup disks, I found an archive containing some AsciiArt collected 10 years ago during my school life.
Digital media changes a lot during recent 10 years, from a simple picture/graphic, to MP3, to Mpeg4 ...etc but those AsciiArts still looks beautiful and attractive.
This piece is the one that I love very much, it was once my ".project" content in the unix days ......
The Rose
. .
... :``..': Some say love it is the river
: ````.' :''::' that drowns the tender reed.
..:.. : .'' : Some say love it is a razor
``. `: .' : that leaves your soul to bleed.
: : : : Some say love it is a hunger
: : : : an endless aching need.
: : : : I say love it is a flower
: : :..''''``::. and you, its only seed.
: ...:..' .''
.' .' .::::' It's the heart afraid of breaking
:..'''``::::::: that never learns to dance.
' `:::: It's the dream afraid of waking
`::. that never takes the chance.
`:: It's the one who won't be taken
:::. who cannot seem to give,
..:```.:'`. ::'`. and the soul afraid of dying
..' `:.: :: that never learns to live.
.: .:``:::
.: ..'' ::: When the night has been too lonely
: .'' :: and the road has been too long,
: :: and you think that love is only
: for the lucky and the strong,
: just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love in the spring
becomes the rose..... [ poet unknown ]
