The door was opened, by thousands of hope
wishes were hung on each part of its roof
Steps had been made, stories had been told,
history had been written, and time had been planted
The garden where I breathed on
The water where I hid in
The floor where days walked
The room where I dreamt in
The wall where teardrops flew
The air where I created in
And the love where I depended on
But life has found another door
and I have to move, although I’ve tried to stand still
Then the door will be closed, to find another way to be seen
~ feeling of a farewell
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