The Whispering Doorway
Beyond the edge of morning light,
where silver shadows softly play,
there waits a door no eyes can see,
that only opens once a day.
A forest hums a secret tune,
the rivers sparkle, stars appear,
and ancient whispers ride the breeze,
with tales from every passing year.
A candle flickers in the mist,
a feather falls without a sound,
a hidden world begins to stir,
where forgotten dreams are found.
The moonlight paints a winding path,
through gardens made of midnight blue,
and every step reveals a truth,
a little magic waiting for you.
Perhaps the greatest mysteries
are not in castles made of gold,
but in the quiet moments when
our hearts discover stories untold.
So if you feel a gentle breeze,
or hear a whisper in the night,
remember there are unseen wonders
dancing just beyond our sight.
If my words have touched your heart, and you’ve enjoyed my poetry, a small goodwill gesture would be deeply appreciated. Your kindness helps me continue doing what I love. Thank you for reading. 🌹
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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