Door a poem in memory of Denovo# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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Door
At the bottom of an infinite lake
you find a narrow wooden door
and a sturgeon you wake.
You sing him a folklore
that has survived time and forsake.
He hears in your desire a world to explore,
away from the filthy and the fake.
He leads you fin through the flimsy door,
till you see a blue shore.
At the bottom of an infinite lake
you find a narrow wooden door
and a sturgeon you wake.
You sing him a folklore
that has survived time and forsake.
He hears in your desire a world to explore,
away from the filthy and the fake.
He leads you fin through the flimsy door,
till you see a blue shore.