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Doors of content have opened my mind
Pathways of purpose still winding.
Panes of windows dotted by dew
Yet rainbows of light still shine through.

Shelves of ideas have racked my mind
Knickknacks of knowledge still binding.
Corridors of steps scuffed by shoes
Yet the reflections shun abuse.

Cards of thoughts are kept on file
Notes of all worth finding.
Pages of words torn and yellowed
Yet understanding is forever mellowed.


-- Ruth E., Adult