Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Poem

I am at the crossroad
I see my past doors flung open
Trying to pull me
While the present doors confuse me
They are half open and half closed...
But my future door smiles at me
With arms wide open,
Calling me loud to come and embrace it...

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