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In a Forgotten Field,
By an Abandoned Wall,
A Portal Awaits,
Enigma to All.
Vestige of another Time,
Another Place;
A Remnant of Yesterday,
Gone without a trace;
Yet the Doorway Remains,
Overlooked and Underused;
Opening into Mystery
To Amaze and To Confuse.
Alone it Stands,
Waiting, Enthralling,
Though None now Hear
Its Timeless Calling.
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Written in Response to a Writing Challenge on Sue Vincent’s blog: http://scvincent.com/2016/02/24/beyond-the-door-writing-prompt
~Morgan~
I hear the Call, Morgirl. Let’s go through together!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Ok 🙂 We’ll pack a picnic lunch and explore on the other side 🙂
(speaking of the other side, did you notice my post the other day? Those We Don’t Speak of?)
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No, but I will go look for it. 🙂
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A beautiful poem, Morgan. That little door is very intriguing.
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It really is, just a leftover from a bygone time. …either that or my front door..I wouldn’t have to bend over or anything 😮 🙂
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LOL
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