Heart Piece

 

Behind the door there is a door.

Open one and pull the key out of the other.

Peep through the hole on yet another handle.

Some release like a movement of blown feathers,

others carry iron bars of shadow souls of the past.

Yet passing through feels somehow right,

gradually noticing patterns on the wall,

resembling small arrows pointing at the doors.

Running from room to room, I wonder, which one

will end the tour through this building of unknown shape.

It feels like a round shell of a snail leading to the window

allowing the light to come and shine through the walls

but miles more through the open doors,

welcoming everyone in until all is dissolved.

All is gone but the background – a bright star

waving at her siblings scattered on the wall called “sky”.

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