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I kept my door open and waited at the threshold, garland in hand soft light from within lit my doorway calling, inviting, seducing rays He rode by on his white steed to fulfill a thousand errands: My eyes followed as far as sight would go His eyes scanned the world more and more. My garland dried, the lamp went out and I stood waiting at the door. When he came back I was still there and right behind was my room with its closed door. He still comes riding on his steed And he still goes While I wait outside my room I wait outside my closed door.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 08:04:36 +0000

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