A door does not open to close,
Or be there to use a key to unlock...
To go as one pleases.
And returns to stop,
A blocking out of all nonsense.
To then welcome the opportunity,
Of doing this that exist.
Leaving one to feel satisfied,
That something gained...
Has been accomplished.
Until it becomes recognized...
For being what it is.
A door!
That has a threshold to cross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem