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She Was Free, At Last
~ The stones were many, though still he climbed, dismantling the mortar crusted wall, leaving rubble in his wake as he made his way to the top Breathless, this world beyond the border clung to its silence, imprisoned by apprehension tightly binding a heart fearful of opening, like a clay jar of secrets, brittle but sealed tightly in the deepest cavern of temptation locks fastened as he descended the other side slowly taking in his surroundings In the distance he could hear the defined thud of the bolt sliding snuggly into its chamber, the click of assorted latches in brassplate and silver midst echoed sighs contemplating wished for moans as delicate hands trembled What would come of this stranger peering, traversing the maze sculpted of thorned hedges and meandering lies heard lingering of past encounters Would he bare truth, could he be the one to break these chains of uncertainty, rusted of worry but loosened by desire When there he stood in the gateway, shrouded by iron bars of ornate woven design draped in a cloak of confidence, defiant of fear, gallant in approach Not bearing jewels nor golden trinkets, but offering honesty, words of love in truthful promises lined with forevers once unimaginable and she wept for the sun had risen, an amorous glow of crimson and amethyst blinding the sadness on a once forgotten horizon, proclaiming a new day… and she could see it, she could feel it and as he took her hand she knew as they walked towards it... she was free, at last Happy New Year everybody! ~
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