‘the next door’

'the next door'

she. searched a lonely path, each cobblestone a fragment of a forgotten breath, each step to the next door, he was there, where love came in through light… she smiled’. Afternoon coffee with Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry® © 2013.

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