Knocking on a steel door, has seemed to me, pointless
It brings an ever deeper pain, inside the aching heart
Is there an echo? to me, it has always felt? jointless.
A pumping echo, that bends, yet never can it give
I have heard, a wooden door can be opened with a tap
Were that the challenge, could we have had a life to live?
Trish 2019
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