Generations pass through
doorways, bridegrooms, brides,
young lives eager to gulp
sweet wine of dreams
some entrances are bathed
in blood, sweat and tears with
cryptic messages often left
for future explorers
ghosts, who caress
cracked veneers of portals,
like excited archeologists
reliving the past.



I really love where you went with it!! 



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