Doors
Every house and its varied doors
Every door and its mysterious halls
Strangers and friends must start at the door
Knocking with a will for a heed
Who has a better story to tell?
Who is with the better spell?
To open the heart of the owner
And shut the door behind him
A friend needs no wand, foes will certainly bind
But Strangers have to be kind
Every house and its varied doors
Some though like yawns, still could be jaws
Some with a drama to hide
Whispers to conceal
Others, ever faithful in veiling the mundane
Even the spider and its spirals
The boring dust and the freckling
Guests seem to call for a pry
For none truly knows
For none truly sees
What exactly the door hides
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