I've climb up the steep hill, and was awed to see a bolted door. Through all the weariness and innocence, I touch its unearthened core. I flip the knob, as the darkened space paves the way. The gallery is filled with dim sadness just like my heart who's left with none to say.
And I steered onto a circled staircase. Not knowing whats in it to see nor what's at stake. As I drew deeper; looked downward from this sad state. I grew wary and distraught 'cause I think I'm at lost with fate.
to be cont'd...
Disclaimer: On a sad mood.
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