Closed Doors Open Roads
One door blocked another opens
all roads lead
but nothing is closed
Flowers grown in streets blossom
with hardened petals
but this paves the way for
destined roads
All meet & greets aren't pleasant
I suppose
so learn from lessons
in this life of streets
Sheets of hard rain wear on metal
frames as beds
were made with karmic sheets
These times will make a man
like nothing can
for they sharpen steel
in a belly of fire
If the will be strong then it
works for you until
the moment that you retire
Sire a frame built to
withstand the rain
& watch flowers
bloom in different ways
Yes weather plays a role & life
is cold
but finding sunshine
leads to warmer brighter days
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