Taken
Passing through this door to another,Watching my past fade away,
Into a halo of gray.
Looking at the movie,
I never wanted to be,
Only leading me through one more flame.
We watch our innocence go,
Into the finallity of the longstanding.
Taken
Passing through this door to another,Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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