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Mar 2015
Hovering
over deep rolling hills,
grass grooving with the pull of the wind,
blue skies deeper than the depths of the ocean.

You spot a white door against the green grass.
Framed in white, with radiant light emitting from within it.
A supernatural glow unlike seen before, this door.

Unexplained forces pull on your emotions
As you wonder where this door could lead.
The wonders one could behold...
like streets lined in gold!
What new paths a man could take…
like a dream with no wake!

Yet, the door floats on by,
...
Out of reach.
...
No way in,
...
No way out.
...
It floats on by.
Nathan Spitler
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Nathan Spitler  Reading, Pa
(Reading, Pa)   
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