I don't know why
I keep my doors open
When stirred into writing
I raise my head
Inadvertently to catch
A glimpse of you
Standing at the door
In body and spirit...
Then I understand the reason why...
With the flow of words
I wash your feet
In religious fervour
And in the puddle created
I dip my nib to write
For you
Of you
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