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This Is the Door

by Ann Keith

This is the door that opens on the land
No man not thrall to sorceress has seen.
No sound departs from there, no wind has fanned
Those starlike scarlet flowers, those meads of green.
No disenchanted eye may pierce the screen
Of veiling light that hides those secret streams.
No man not thrall for long to sorceress queen
May enter the reflection of her dream.

Copyright © 2015 by Ann Keith

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