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Dec 2013
When will the occupants of the castle flee?
So that the well can dry!
When ecstasy comes a price is paid.
Here I lay, after the moments of bliss,
Where I've reached heaven and seen your face.
The tears collect and slide down hollow cheeks,
As the dam wall breaks,
And floods the villages below.
Dawn rises,
And the sun reveals what was hidden in the shadows of the passing night.
Today I see my knight in shinning armour ride away.
But the armour shines no more,
Before the clouds and storm,
His armour was polished and new
Reflecting the beams of the sun
That bounced like the notes of music
to a waltz being played.
But now as the sun doth shine,
Revealed is the rust that stains what once was
A magnificent piece of art.
Rust that can only be replaced with something new.
As the wind blows,
I drift away,
As the sun collects the dew drops I've dropped along the way.
Celeste Nicole Cook
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Celeste Nicole Cook  U.A.E
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