The Door (poem)

At the bottom of the garden
Embedded in the wall
Something just appeared:
A rusty looking door

Not sure when it came
It wasn’t yesterday.
I can hear it calling me:
“Want to come and play?”

door

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

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