Literature
Beyond Golden Gates
On a hill in brightest days does stand,
A Manor, a House, a Home,
With its richness and glory a testament to success,
Of colors most inviting, finest marble, smoothest oak,
All passerby do gawk at the luck owner
With the richest hearth, boldest paint, cleanest windows
And of course its air of perfume,
And they smiled,
But in the darkness when all eyes are closed,
A thousand thoughts are left to wander,
To wonder, to search, to seek,
And bumble through the twisting,
The climbing, the ruined, the crumbling,
Passages of that mansion,
And there in the pure and utter void,
The real solitude of self-discovery does,
A door pop to sho