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Door's Sway

Parts of my life creak as the eroded door flings, when words unsaid slammed as bamboos outside remain quiet in a pose of repose-- There are shivers in the chords of leaves unseen by glances from your sudden leaving-- and still, the I stoop and bow when words must have been said from the depth of a heart bursting not with speech but of eyes which understood and affirmed the locking of love's door, ready to open a slight sway-- if you can only enter it with the same reciprocity. 28 March 2017 Door Contest

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