Ow it’s the beauty
That I see through the key hole
At the centre of your chest
The bright light that pass though it
Beaming on my face
Like the evening sun peep
Through the squares of my window
On the western part of my abode
Where thousand things dwell
My passion my prestige
My actions my visions
My thought my dreams
My imaginations and my instincts
All thrive together as I am nourished
In the spring of the barren earth
Stronger independent and courageous
All to unlock the door to you…
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