Solitude Space (Poem)

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In a quiet space, I find my spot,
A door awaits, urging me, why not?
Should I wait for a gentle touch,
Or open it myself, with courage as such?

What hides beyond, behind that door?
A paradise or shadows, to explore?
Or maybe another place to be alone,
Where I can reflect and find my own tone.

Within this mystery, comfort and strife,
A mix of heaven and the depths of life.
But the choice is mine, to take the lead,
To step through the door, wherever it may lead.

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