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- The Fallen Ramparts
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The Fallen Ramparts
The Trumpets of Jericho are
not but a whisper
upon the sweetness of her serenade.
And in that moment of calling,
the walls that I thought I was
scaling turned out to be mine alone.
For in her soft reply,
my defenses fell willingly
exposing the citadel I held so dear.
The horns have dimmed,
leaving the steady
drumbeat of my own heart,
open to her in my giving
of unconditional surrender.
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