Between Door and Tile

Between the door and the tile,

Lies a gap, a space for a while,

Peering down, I can't help but smile,

As I ponder on its unique style.

A hidden world beneath our feet,

Where dust and dirt seem to meet,

But beauty can still find itself a seat,

As a forgotten penny reflects a small feat.

Perhaps a spider finds its home,

And quietly weaves a silken dome,

Or a beetle traverses all alone,

Leaving tracks where it had roamed.

The gap may seem small and bland,

But to me, it's a wonderland,

A place where the unknown does expand,

And daydreams come to take a stand.

So pay attention as you walk by,

And give that gap a watchful eye,

You never know what may catch your "why,"

Between the door and the tile of your nearby.

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