Portkey

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On the cold night of December 23,
As I was walking by the lake,
Laid on the grass, a beautiful key,
Remarkable, hard to make.

Tempted to find the door it belonged,
I walked here and there.Yet,
Found nothing after searching for long,
So I sat on this side chair.

Didn't realise what happened next, 
But I woke up at the same spot. 
Everything seemed simple yet complex,
As I sat on the chair I had sought.

It was evening when I woke up, 
And people were walking around.
Medieval seemed the whole setup, 
Even the currency spoke of a crown.

On the far side I saw a man, 
Who looked just as did I. 
Smiled, left a note and a pen,
Written, "I am glad you came by".

Further read…

"I wonder how it will be,
A reflection from the future far,
Let I alone find this key,
And smile while feeling bizarre"

~The Poet,1765

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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