Don't come knocking
at my door
if you're going to break
its locks and barge in.
Don't go near
at my windows
and blind me with
sunlight.
Don't come into my home.
This isn't yours to ruin.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
don't
Don't come knocking
at my door
if you're going to break
its locks and barge in.
Don't go near
at my windows
and blind me with
sunlight.
Don't come into my home.
This isn't yours to ruin.
