Door
When she knocked on my door,
I did not open it
Again and again ,
She knocked.
After the knocking stopped
I opened the door
to let her in.
Then she had already gone.
The path she took hushed and still,
the bamboo grove beside it
stood silently.
As years passed
she will not come again
and I will not wait for her
remembering her knockings
on my door .
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