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Doorway to the Unknown
Beyond the bounds of the familiar,
A door stands, solitary, amidst the whispering leaves,
An enigma carved in weathered wood,
Framed by the Stoic stones of yesteryears.

It opens not to the warmth of a hearth,
Nor to the confines of homely walls,
Instead, it beckons to the abyss of the wild,
An invitation to the intrepid, the seekers of secrets.

No knob or keyhole adorns its face,
No path worn by the passage of feet,
Only the silent promise of adventure,
A threshold between the known and the nebulous.

The air holds its breath, a hush in the grove,
As if the world itself awaits a step,
A crossing over, a plunge into the vast,
Where the roots of reality tangle with dreams.

This doorway to the unknown,
A sentinel of stories untold,
Stands firm against the march of time,
A portal to wonders, to the heart of nature's lore.

Here, in the quietude of the uncharted,
The soul may soar, the heart may find its echo,
In the embrace of the wild, the unfathomable,
Behind the door, where the world extends beyond the eye.
© Simrans
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