This Place Poem by Clarie Sweet
This Place
The windows were open and I tried to see in,
then you seen me and opened your doors to let me see your world,
you showed me in, I went through your fiery gates not even once did I hesitate, pass the gates there was a room that showed me my future and my fate.
Them I realized my purpose in life was my death, it was an event it was a goal for those who dare to watch.
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4/18/2024 3:48:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This Place.. That Place...I've been around and by the sound of this poem U've been around as well. Keep it up Amber and someone will publish ur stuff with the quickness. Peace, Hippy Sav