The Heaven's door is closed/
God is fed up with talking /
It's autumn/ the rain stopped falling/
Washing the walkers /
it's Wednesday/time's near midday/
and it's maybe hard to believe /
but bridge shadows look like elephants of Salvador Dali /
look like that/
and there's the sense/reflected on my right hand/
who knows how long it all will last /
no matter\ coz it's my path /
destiny /dharma or something else/
doesn't matter how long/ there's just one simple end/
everyone has his turn/
matters more not what YOU've done /
but by WHOM it all will be burnt/
every story has its limit and edge /
once there's the question weather to be/
the Heaven's door is locked for me/
the door is hidden from me/
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