It settles, lighter than a feather touch,
Marking the sacred spot from which
Everything that follows will commence.
A lure to other worlds, different lives
Where we may wander, seeing but unseen.
Yet not unaffected or unmoved.
Learning, feeling, caring, or not.
Weeping, laughing, hating, loving.
And the key that opens the door,
Providing access and invitation,
Is the first sentence.
nice!
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