Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.Along the linted are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.—Nancy Byrd Turner
(Source: day-breaking)
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