A part of me
lost touch with life,
A door was shut
upon a little alley of life,
Then I was blind to
that aspect of life
which the little alley carried
in its journey to the main street.
But whenever a door opens,
a part of your soul comes out
to mix with
a lovely piece of art, architecture,
pattern, design,--
man-made or
self-evolved
on the canvas of nature.
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