The Door

August 2, 2009
By Anonymous

Pale dull patterns and colors bright,
Hold me close to keep me tight,
I can only stare through quiet the night,
With candlelight beams to it’s secret life,
I want to open its wonders to me,
To look it through and to let me see,
But secret whispers let me down,
Secret tears that make you frown,
I can’t tell you the forgotten lore,
I’ve imagined from that door,
But that doors there for a reason,
It was built so I wouldn’t sin,
To hold me tight with all it’s might,
Built to keep me in

The author's comments:
This poem is ment for people to open up their imaginations. It has many difforent reasons for everyone. So it was ment to find yours.

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on Aug. 21 2009 at 9:34 pm
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