The Ornate Door

I stand tall At a temple’s entrance, Always open Watching shadows walk in. Some admire my heavy frame Which holds centuries of stories And unknown things of yore. A door of perception Testimony to the magnificence Panelled in timber. Alas! My wrinkled exterior is now painted with tangerine yellow. My ornate metallic embellishments have lostContinue reading “The Ornate Door”

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