Doors
A door slammed shut
on me today.
Not literally, though.
Figurately.
Like when an idea
escapes you.
The string is cut,
the hope is lost
yet contingent upon seeing it fly away.
How is that so?
Well, when a door slams shut,
it usually followed by silence.
And that is where the real magic starts.
Enjoy doors getting slammed on your face,
because there's always a way to open it again... or build your own.
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