Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Door

It takes a long time to find
A proper key to open
It cannot be untouched
We tended the room inside
A planet of memories we watered
And you are asking to leave
You have an easy ride
a ticket, a path
crossed, accomplished
Without even looking
Perhaps you never wonder
What it may look like
But magic has a way of surviving
Even through suffering
Close your eyes
It's there,
New caretakers
Strong as before.

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