Invisible Doors

What if death is not the only door

And the invisible line is so close

We encroach upon it unknowingly

With our thoughts, hearts, or feet?

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Like the words read in this world

That are passages to the next;

And the faces met in this realm

That are guides to the one beyond

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Or the moments of deep silence

That open up new dimensions;

And the chapters of misfortune

That admit us to new realities

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There are many secret portals

Between the adjoining worlds —

One in silence, one in laughter,

One in darkness, and one in light

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On the next page, the next street,

Or in the next struggle that awaits

Lies the door to the infinite view —

The two worlds are made of one

© nightdawnday
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