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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Water Tower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit and stare at this empty page, <br>The wind howls long at the winter eaves, <br>The cloud is heavy, and black with rage<br>As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While deep inside in the cottage gloom<br>My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams, <br>I hear her cry in the darkened room<br>Call out one name from a nightmare scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Michelle, ’ she mutters, then groans aloud<br>I grit my teeth at the open door, <br>The wind it eddies in dust and leaves<br>And echoes long at the water tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ it grumbles and groans, <br>‘Michelle, ’ it whispers, then skips and howls; <br>My love rolls over in deepest sleep<br>While I keep watch through the early hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm comes in and the rain drives down, <br>Batters at windows and roof in vain, <br>The wires whine in a humming frown: <br>‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ is its one refrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tears roll at my weathered cheek<br>The clock chimes five at the early hour, <br>Michelle once crawled from her bed, asleep, <br>And went to climb at the water tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her hair was black as a raven’s coat<br>Her eyes set back in that tiny face, <br>Three winters long was her spell of dreams<br>Before she crept to that dreadful place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three winters long was our fairy child<br>Who lisped and chattered from heart to heart, <br>The cottage door had a faulty latch –<br>I’d always meant to replace that part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, awake from her nest of dreams<br>I see my love at the open door, <br>I wait in hope, but her eyes are ice; <br>She’s staring out at the water tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I look down, and the page is full, <br>I’ve scribbled the words of an ancient rhyme, <br>Over and over and over again –<br>‘I’ll fix the latch when I get the time.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she goes back to her bed to cry<br>While I sit frozen beside the door, <br>The latch still rattles, the door’s ajar; <br>I’ve punched three holes in the water tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 June 1999</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The wind howls long at the winter eaves, 
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.

While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams, 
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