Any door closed can hold numerous secrets; stored items within to explore: detailing perhaps the opposite to this idea, holding nothing inside at all..
The door opens to a room that's empty; releases one's imagination to all types of probabilities: occupying the mind with thoughts, filling its space.
A door closed can surprise you with many wonders, forgotten dreams capturing moments of your past: lost memories of loved ones, now passed from life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem