Doors

Knocking on doors with no answers
Pounding on hatches of thoughts;
Wind blowing hard over chances
While sitting here pointing dots.

Knocking to gates of the years,
Passing the worries through days
Still looking for light over fears,
Masking the tears on the ways.

Doors may rephrase yet the meaning
Minding the reasons behind.
Not every slot catches on screening
Although some turnings could blind.

Waiting my answers still knocking,
Mine could delay for a while
Till up the time beats its clocking
Meanings to point on its file.

Knocking on doors but my answers
Could be just here, next to me.

@Simona Prilogan, Nottingham

Photos taken with my mobile phone in the beautiful town Bury St Edmunds, UK.

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