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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.



Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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