this blue door
melancholia past this door.
throw your clothes here on the ground,
let no eyes evoke a sound
so transparent and so distant,
for you die within an instant
when exposed to this blue door.
there's no need for this no more.
melancholia past this door.
throw your clothes here on the ground,
let no eyes evoke a sound
so transparent and so distant,
for you die within an instant
when exposed to this blue door.
there's no need for this no more.
very good poem! the rhyme is perfect, ypu're very talanted.
deep sence and a good words choice
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