poem written based upon this image--an online poetry class assignment
At dawn, a silver mist gathers at the door, a stillness between worlds, soft as breath~ you stand there, holding the lantern key. Its metal cool against your palm, you turn it once, and the air shifts~ light spills like memory learning to walk. Just beyond the threshold, frost lifts, each blade of grass becomes a filament of promise~ and the day unlocks itself, slowly, for you.
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