Shell Poem by Brian Taylor

Shell



The great doors swing
on noiseless hinges
oiled by the tears
of a thousand years,
keeping the outside out.

The doors are the doors
of the heart’s desires,
trying to possess the eternal fires,
trying to keep the sun in

Shell
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: desire
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