Yes

The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth

Not a squeak to em

The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway

beams dance on the floor

Wiggling to some translucent beat

I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat

Shadows scatter

I freeze to admire the sight

I stand still

confident in the shadows return

But hoping the beams dance a bit longer

And hoping they return

-Saschia

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