​​The air is a room of doors, 

No mortal can ever carve. 
It has its own blocks and locks

The fence is what is never seen. 
Breached, by birds and even planes,

Infact it’s a sea that takes us to all places.
The air has doors and passage for, 

Angels in whirling and breezing forms…

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