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THE DOOR CLOSES
The door closes softly behind me
Gone forever
The life that dwelled inside
A path without footprints
Is laid before me and
I must plan my own route
An artist's canvas
Propped upon an easel
Tentatively waiting the first stroke
Of flourishing brush
A poet's page
Grandly open
Expectant of rhythmic lyrics
Symbolic meanings
To begin anew
A bud, yet to burst captivity
And flower with beauty
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