Written by Emily Harstone | May 24, 2017
Behind every door another corridor awaits.
Here I learned possibility was finite.
She turned around and looked back.
Each door led to a hall.
She beckoned like a locked door.
Retraced footsteps of silent echoes
Retraced foot steps of silent echoes….
Which door held life’s ultimate fantasy?
No light at the tunnels end.
We all have our long corridors
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Behind every door another corridor awaits.
Here I learned possibility was finite.
She turned around and looked back.
Each door led to a hall.
She beckoned like a locked door.
Retraced footsteps of silent echoes
Retraced foot steps of silent echoes….
Which door held life’s ultimate fantasy?
No light at the tunnels end.
We all have our long corridors