13 Oct
Posted by angoraartist in Art, Poetry. Tagged: art, emotion, life, photo. 1 comment
The locked door,
Day after day past it I go,
What lies inside?
I never shall know.
Who holds the key?
No one really knows,
But it is not me.
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