If I were a window in your
home,
I could bring morning
light to you -
While you had to glance
through me.
If I were the door in your
home,
I could wait for your
footsteps –
While you had to pass
through me.
If I were the floor in
your home,
I could take care of your
feet –
While you had to step on
me.
If I were the wall in your
home,
I could become your canvas
-
Holding all your
unfinished stories.
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