I step through the doorway,
Into a place new yet so old,
This magical doorway,
From one place to another,
I've been here before,
In a past life so long ago,
Felt the same sensations,
Smelt the salty, musty aroma's,
All of my senses bombarded,
The main sensation?
Temperature,
The heat hits me like a wall,
This wonderful doorway,
That took me back home,
This is where I fit in, where I enjoy life,
I lived here, now so long ago,
This doorway,
Of which I so speak,
Is in fact a plain's exit,
Bringing me home, to Cyprus,
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