Locked Out
Momentous day!
Resounding
thunder-
desperate wonder,
heated desolation.
Chilly breeze,
leaves of grey,
wishing of red-
cursed door.
Are we still holding on?
Or walking-
the moon underneath-
Rest assure- blood-
pounding, pounding.
The door-
finally!
Ajar.
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