PassageA Poem by Ana Del
It's a door, A choice you make ...or ignore.
It's nothing but a blink From a minute to another, A portal in time " Always something to discover.
It's never open to those who don’t bother. An endless travel from mother to mother. © 2016 Ana Del |
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Added on May 3, 2016 Last Updated on May 3, 2016 Author
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