As he wanders down the ever lasting narrow hallway, pass the doors of varying shapes, colours and sizes he noticed the peregrine atmosphere seemed to thin. Doors which were once strident, seem to be vibrating with a harmonic epithalamion tune. Destination is subjective, it is in our nature to venture forward. He marches on until...<br /><br />Jeremy Horsford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-everlasting-narrow-hallway/
