Behind The Door
Often looked at a wooden crease
A door, a mystery to me.
A thought popped into my head,
What's behind the door?
The door is omnipresent
The door is invisbile
The door is distinct
What's behind the door?
The door resides rent free
in the earthly minds.
It was scary and creepy
as was my cage of comfort.
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Extraordinary in Ordinary poems
Poetryit's a poem book based on extraordinary experience which can collect from some simple things. written by Bedbrota Saha an amateur writer whose debut book on Kindle was MonTopno. (15 y.o)
