The Door of Uncertainty
Behind the door of softest gold,
A whisper calls, both shy and bold,
It hums a tune that floats on air,
A song of hope, it's always there.
What lies beyond? A field of green,
Where moments bloom, unheard, unseen,
A path that winds with endless grace,
Uncharted yet, a wide embrace.
Not fear, but wonder stirs the mind,
A world that's open, undefined,
The lock is soft, the key is sweet,
In every breath, a chance to meet.
So we step forward, eyes alight,
Embracing what may take its flight,
The door swings wide, with gentle ease,
And in that space, we're free to breathe.
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