Nova Caine Biography

There it is, the meadow of happiness
Roses, violets, tulips galore
She runs, her dress billowing in the wind
As she picks a bouquet of glorious beauty
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The candlelight flickers on her
Slick body as it reflects
Off of her light brown strings
That fall down her slender neck
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The candle's wicker lays still lit
As it flickers upon the young woman's face
Only moments before reality had hit
And she had ended it in this very place.
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We twirled to our hearts delight
Sighed in one another’s embrace
Lift me high
Lift me far
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