In the hall of back-doors
Seeds are sown
To secure oneself
Of being not alone
When a door closes
Replacements are there
To compensate the loss
For getting a bit attention
Eyes turning around
Harvest the fruit
Of what was prepared
Between old and new
Words appear as shining gold
Baits to catch the fish
To open a door
That will close in time
A door to another attachment…
DidiArtist, 18.09-2012
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