The Door

THE DOOR

The wind blows,
blows heavily all around
Warmth is leaving
and the light slowly fades

I stick my hand out
looking for that door
I curse, dreaded,
because it isn't there
anymore

But suddenly
there come a gleam
and the whole sky opens
Bliss of her face hoists above
and she takes my hand,
very gently...
We go, together
through the door

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[Rana]

Looking for a tiny door and you find the portal infinitely spread out before you guarded by a beautiful guide, this is good poetry, conveys the emotion of being set free. Nice work, ye!