Five DoorsA Poem by KristaKThis really doesn't make much sense, I guess if you use your imagination...Five doors stood against a wall, a wooden latch on each. The fourth of them was unpainted. The others were solid black. Razors scarred three, whitewash rushing through. Two were littered with nails, Like playing cards on a table. Inside one there was the sun, secretly a bright star. The door opened forward, And threw a bar upon the floor. © 2009 KristaKReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 7, 2009 AuthorKristaKIrvine, CAAboutMy name is Krista and I'm currently a freshman in college. I've decided to return to my writing after a couple of years off. Hopefully I haven't lost my ability. more..Writing
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