The Mystic Doors
Whilst in deep sleep
Found a strangest place amidst
Strolled somewhere anew
Creatures lead wrong ways
But still best life chose its path
Mystic doors were closed
Glimpsed one and the rest
Until one by one opened
Watcher accosted.
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