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The Door Opens

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Poem about memory and anticipation










The door opens

to distant moments of memory

that, among the shadows,

do not hold back a sigh.

Steps make water,

vanishing into the haze.

The last sun stumbles

upon the table,

rainbows fall

between glasses

full of anticipation




 
 
 

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