My eyes on that door the silent lane beckons
My fingers scrape that door
Nobody opens it any more
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Rani, well written thoughts on our minds torture us. You so right the present is true bliss. Bob
Right tones created for this poem.........made it sound a real classic......10
I love the part 'my fingers scrape the door' truly amazingly thought... i am just 13 but seriously your poem it..mkae sme watch time