Doors Into Doors
Her lips pattering
Forming his name on her tongue
She sent him word she loved him
Death, work, art, home nothing
Her love for him was above all.
And he knew quite well
That doors opened into doors
And more doors, no end of doors
Some jumping at a touch
Knobs or no knobs, slow or heavy.
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July 19, 2014
Form: Wayra (5,7,7,6,8,) Syllables 33+33=66
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh Place win
Contest: Doors to A Wayra by nette onclaud
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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