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The Door
The Door
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She steads her legs
And swifts her gaze
To the immense measure
That the future lays
It’s a door of dreams
A door of wonder
A door of immense thunder
Its walls are thick
Made of bricks
In holds a tunnel
Whose ends she has to stumble
Taking a breath
She marches ahead
Leaving what’s behind
In exchange to what’s to find
The way isn’t straight
That makes her mind wait
Her gaze becomes hazy
Her heart beats slowly
With that, she falls lonely
Once, twice, a hundred times
Until develops a brick line
With time being monotonous
Storms and mountains
Makes her friend
Thus, she meets with success
When the story ends.
