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There
is an iron gate that reveals
A
shaded pathway to my doorstep,
A
few steps that lead up to the portico
Enclosing
a door inviting in your step
But
I know, you shall never walk looking
For
any of these things ever or now
For
our lives are already long entrenched
In
all that destiny can us freely allow
Then
why do I feel this so strongly
While
I robotically enact my daily chore
As
if coiled and eternally waiting I am
For
you to ring the bell on that door
Learn
must I, to see those walls strong
And
remember that to search is not your goal
And
so to not wait, nor long for you
My
love, my friend, my crimson soul…
~Horizon~
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