When you come to my door,
come cautiously, steady of step,
and clear of mind.
Sometimes there is no answer,
just an echoing of the bell,
then silence.
Silence
Echoing
Other times, you may hear
footsteps and voices from within,
and yet, no answer.
Echoing
Silence
What brings you to my door
without an invitation?
Shine—
perhaps I’ll ask you in.
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