October 12, 2006...12:05 AM

DEATH IS A DOOR By Nancy Byrd Turner

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Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges, it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.
Along the lintel 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.

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