IN LIFE’S SANCTUARY
It’s not a train door
On your next journey,
Where you search for a seat
To sit down,
Nor an airplane door
With numbers A, B, C, D, E...
Nor the saddle of a steed
In a running race,
Nor a meadow
Amidst grass and flowers.
It is a long journey,
Fortunate, without return,
To enter life’s sanctuary
Without a key,
Only with love.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2025 18:53
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Comments1
Short and to the point it talks of life's journey with love and the guide and key. Lovely
I read your messages, as well as your poems, with pleasure!
The pleasure is all mine
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