The exit door replied squeaky bright
As they pulled it from the inside;
That familiar breeze welcomed
Them once again,
Bliss.
The entrance door replied roar
As they pushed it from outside;
That cold foreign air dampens
Every step on the floor,
Melancholic.
Do airports only have two real doors?
Hi Jeffrey. All the airlports I've been to are summed up pretty well in your poem. well done. Regards Dave T.10/10
there is a dimension of the known and the dimension of an unknown... and between them is a door. nice, real nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the magtitude of certainess and uncertainess creates the answer hanging on the air...nice concept...well done.. A10 (ma orag an pagka surat mo Noy..magayon baga) Ency Bearis