Many a door, many a door
Along the complex’s corridor –
A symbol meant to welcome –
That’s what they’re for.
Rows of doors, floor upon floor –
Sometimes a thief they lure.
Nobody asks how you’ve been –
They just close their door.
- Author: Amy Michelle Mosier ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2024 18:19
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
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