This open space
Is empty.
Its door hangs from a single hinge
Creaking in the wind.
Dust and leaves blow over its forgotten sill and
Echoes of love sift through its broken threshold.
It is a sad entrance to my soul,
Neglected and damaged.
Silent, lost and forgotten.
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Love this.
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A marvellous metaphor
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How well you convey the emotions with this verse.
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cote8050,thanks so much for the post.Really thank you! Great.
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Hope that gate gets fixed strong enough to keep the demons out! Love ya. ❤️
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