Between the doors - so, here I stay.
In personal yet foreign gloom.
There is no clue can be a ray
Inside this round room.
No corners where I can stay
Relax or simple sit.
In fact, some time is left away
To only guess, return... to quit.
The doors combined in endless queue,
I open, open them!
Just doors with impasses - a few
Somewhere hide a gem.
The only method to survive -
Just find the missing clue.
Why cannot I just work, derive
Like I'm a being too?
Between the doors - so, here I stay
© Copyright: Анна Кабанова, 2017
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