3.10.17

Winter Door

 At the end of an alley,
is a winter door,
some say  a door to heaven,
where fairies and sprites live.

Some speak of a dark realm,
a portal safeguarding shadowy city secrets,
of lost path, of delusional youth lost in trance.
No one ever dares to trespass,
wonder what really lies behind,
the door engulfed in mystery so more.

As smoke rises behind the door,
within clouds it merges,
this will rain on city,
seeding the secrets,
that lie behind the winter door.


10 comments:

  1. Thought provoking... xox

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  2. Interesting to imagine a 'portal safeguarding shadowy city secrets.

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  3. As smoke rises behind the door,
    within clouds it merges,
    this will rain on city,
    seeding the secrets,
    that lie behind the winter door.

    Beautiful closing lines!!

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  4. cute font and I think there's also a darker message here. I like!

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  5. I really love the way you used the rain here.

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  6. A lovely mystery to ponder! Great read!

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  7. I liked the idea of the rain seeding secrets.

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  8. This has a mystical feel, perhaps a door to another realm where the dead of winter resides.

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  9. Winter seeding secrets is an interesting and very beautiful idea.

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