Doors
Doors are obscurities,
That leads us to greater understanding,
Which leads us to opportunities,
To warmth and family gathering.
They are the gate to uncertainties,
That leads us to sad happening,
Which lead to cultural unities,
To cold and countries fighting.
Doors are the openings
That leads to the heart's delicacies,
Which leads to our true feelings,
To love and absent iniquities.
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