The Antique Door

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The Antique Door

The Antique Door

An antique door was standing in an abandoned castle
Surrounded by ancient and luxurious vestiges
While the seasons were dancing alternatively
This antique door was imperturbable
With its shy cracks and golden garnishes
It was standing quietly
Unaware of the weather’s changes
Careless about the sun and moon
Unaffected by the days and nights
Its imperfections were like embroideries
This relic was a luscious memory
The memory of a period that was lost
Light and dusk were creating beautiful artworks
Like artists painting on a canvas
Each day there was a different drawing
Different attitudes depict the soul with different colours
The soul is an artwork
A blank canvas which is ready to be painted
A painting sometimes may have some crack and imperfection
Nevertheless, imperfections are beautiful artful conceptions.
Esther Racah

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