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Pauline Celerio Jan 2016
Our moment is lost in time.
A single moment of something right.
A moment that I owe to fate
Until it ended and it's too late.
And if we are to meet again
I don't know how, I don't know when.
Amidst the lanterns in the rain
Frontrunner of the parade.
And since that day you stole the night
I'm left with stars to wish upon;
One by one, disappears the light
And my burning heart is left undone.
I dared to seek even I am blind
I dared to find, I dared to fight.
But fate is a fiddler, forever a riddler
And truth in the eyes of a weary soldier.
And if success is hidden from my palm
I guess the storm is in the calm.
So come find me and seize the day,
Surround in heat and start the flame.
Defy the odds and sweep me off my feet
And in the sour, you'll be the sweet.
Come find me now, I'm done finding you,
I dare you to come find me too.
For Don. Come find me.

— The End —