Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Thinking How


The door is open
It was always open
I realised so late
I was building another gate

The gate took me in a circle
I walked in the circle
Round and round went the circle
Giddy circle

I tried coming out
I came out
There was a shop I never saw before
It offered fancy sweets and more
I ate some and stood there for long
Then I noticed the open door and heard a song
The shop disappeared
Everything cleared
At the open door now
I am thinking how…


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