once a house, now, just colorful crumbles collapsed beside a clear crystal creek
sifting gazes through a broken past,
only a red door remains, untouched;
a lonely threshold,
pining to be explored,
longing to be unlocked,
and begging to be o p e n e d,
if not, for the first time ever,
then, if only, for the last...
?????
But, where's this skeleton key,
I dare ask?
????
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
once a house, now, just colorful crumbles collapsed beside a clear crystal creek
sifting gazes through a broken past,
only a red door remains, untouched;
a lonely threshold,
pining to be explored,
longing to be unlocked,
and begging to be o p e n e d,
if not, for the first time ever,
then, if only, for the last...
?????
But, where's this skeleton key,
I dare ask?
????
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