Sounding timidly in a song of yesterday, unsure of
it's lasting rhythm and if I can keep up with it.
Leaving the passion in gifts to be opened on later
dates in the future.
Forests opening up the doors to intellect, thoughts
escaping and soaring about into the night.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forest-s-open-doors/
