<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hall Of Doors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You walk through the hall of doors<br>With life in sight with death in mind<br>You watch people open their doors<br>And you think of how the doors and fate bind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You watch waiting to see your exit<br>As you see others turn down their path to their end <br>You know that the paths can not change<br>You know even with time fate shall not mend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the hall you walk <br>Doors lining each side<br>Every person holds the key to one of those locks<br>All around you people stride </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doors open<br>As people come to their door mats <br>You walk by doors just hoping, <br>hoping the next isn't yours, isn't your mat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You watch parents and children leaving eachothers sides<br>You see love being torn, hate being sewn<br>as the doors open wide<br>Some people leave together, some alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wait to see your door, your fate<br>You watch to see which door your key fits<br>You watch to see if your heart is with love or hate<br>You watch untill you find the mat at which you shall sit<br> <br>You walk through the hall of doors<br>With life in sight, death in mind<br>You watch as people open their doors<br>You wait to see which door your fate lays behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351029" data-title="Hall Of Doors de Bethany Maxwell" data-description="You walk through the hall of doors With life in sight with death in mind You watch people open their doors And you think of how the doors and fate bind You watch waiting to see your exit As you see others turn down their path to their end You kn..."></div> </div> </div>

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