Poet: E.Ergin
The door is locked.
If only there was a spare key
which I could use to get inside my hotel.
You see, all the lights are on.
Then why am I looking up from the outside?
THE DOOR IS LOCKED
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Poet: E.Ergin
The door is locked.
If only there was a spare key
which I could use to get inside my hotel.
You see, all the lights are on.
Then why am I looking up from the outside?
Poetry is Alive. 
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