Dark corridors, closed doors.
It is so ever highlighted to my mind,
perhaps since I had been in deep waters?
Each step leads towards the unknown,
only to be greeted by a bright darkness.
The kind that looms over, yet beautiful.
It is dark only in the sense that it is comparatively dark.
Precious stones that fall gently,
each intricately made by the finest of kind.
My heart races all the more,
ecstatic, overfilled with such child-like attitude.
Magnificent, awe-inspiring.
I wonder if it would have been better
if you had been by my side?
Snow falls still, as I wait a day more
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