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dark corridors.
your steps and steps not yours brake the silence of the castles lambyrinth.
somewhere there is a door with a ladder to the moon.
its silver light an imaginary bacon cracks the darkeness.
its flame keep you warm.
seeking the doorway....
the ladder....
the moon...
no music creates no poetry
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wonderful image and I love the symbolic words you use in this poem - the ladder, the moon - a beacon of light, doors. Mysteries to unfold, places to climb to, to rise to get where we need to be. Yup, this is a good one!!
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ReplyDelete@ Karin. Glad you like it. I was listening to someones music..emm ..no music as he calls it and that image poped up into my mind. A powerful experiences !
There was a more powerful one and I'm trying to put it in images. Words don't works on that , lol