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Crumbling Castles

The castles built by human hands crumble from the flood of years. The moss that covers the ancient stones are woven from nature's pool of tears. A fabled dream of past nobility haunts the aging body of rocks. While the iron gates of stern dungeons struggle to exist with rusted locks. Spirits whisper within the frigid air, leaving their stories upon the fairy tale grounds. Winds caress the lofty towers, singing over unmarked burial mounds. These fading monuments of yesterday reach out from mankind's dark past. Museums of crumbling castles testify that time's judgement arrives too fast.

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Date: 12/14/2015 3:30:00 PM
I think this could/would inspire me in my writing. Could I use it?
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Angie Sharp
Date: 12/30/2015 6:57:00 PM
You welcome to it.
Date: 7/18/2012 8:48:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem making it through round one of the PoetrySoup International Poetry Contest. I wish you the best in the finals Angie. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/27/2010 12:22:00 PM
well thought out poem, on the old castles with much poetic zip!
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