#*Death stands at
The broken door
At despair
None to repair
Life stands still
Up the hill
Lonely the breeze
Plays at its will
To sway
And move along
The winds of change
At every bend
Stands the door
Repaired hinged
And life moves on
Clear, distilled*#
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
#*Death stands at
The broken door
At despair
None to repair
Life stands still
Up the hill
Lonely the breeze
Plays at its will
To sway
And move along
The winds of change
At every bend
Stands the door
Repaired hinged
And life moves on
Clear, distilled*#
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