Saturday, December 24, 2011

the key

Warmed and welcomed,
gently embraced,
flying in my dreams
 easy with grace,
I was surpised
by the picture of a door,
drawn with a white chalk
on the brick wall.

You won't get lost
in the jungle that drawn,
no one'll be eaten,
in deep pit thrown.
I do believe:
this magical door
could be get opened
on the brick wall.

Even though there are
no cracks in the wall yet
day'll come, an hour -
the wall slightly trembled,
voice'll call "come up here
into high sphere."
Door could be opened -
the key - still somewhere...

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