There is the door which so inviting
It colors would be turned to lighting
If silver handles have been touched
By marble hands which are so large
This room is blend of black and white
But you may see by other sight…
There is a drapery like hair
And windows like a deep blue eyes
And many books like mind are there
Besides, the logic which like tice
You can feel the smell of moor
It was made with bits of life
But those hands have closed the door
It was for me like cut with knife
The room
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