Many moons had eclipsed on this awaiting beryl infused opening that had not received a palm of welcoming in ages past.
The interior had rained its petals of fossilized memories within this once warming place, and static they stayed barring all as silence breathed.
Exterior loosening's had now eroded like stale teeth never in motion they hung there awaiting for there time descend and the door still stands silently.
An old door where the interior had fallen in and barred all from entering it just stands waiting for someone to knock again.