The Last Door
Will open for me.
A damp step beyond
In the dark I see.
He pointed it out,
And tearfully pleaded,
Among eternal cliffs,
Among higher powers concealed.
To cross the threshold,
To take but one stride,
Where a hundred roads,
Which none could provide,
Could not lead to my dream
Through thousands of lines.
Now this door opens wide.
What now should I do?
I gaze at the skies,
At the open last door.
Silence replies.
Choose your path for more.
The Last Door
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