The Magic Door
The doorway opens
as I sit,
away from
crazy mad demands!
And through it I hear
music play,
so soothing,
soft and light!
I enter through
this welcome door,
and leave behind
the mean!
I feel secure,
so warm
so free,
and happy just to
simply be!
Joy Weare.
30th July. 2005.
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