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OPENING THE DOOR
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POEMS FROM POET FREAK OPENING THE DOOR
Opening
the door
returning
to
yesterday.
Peeking
inside a
thousand
thoughts
run the
corridors
of my
mind.
All our
treasures
remain
in tact.
Just as
we left
them
so long
ago.
Our tree
house
neat
and tidy.
Dolls
dressed
in their
finest,
waiting
for our
return.
It is
not the
same now,
someone
is
missing.
Yesterday
cannot be
recaptured
as it
once was.
I quietly
close
the door,
turn
away.
walking
into
the
future
leaving
them
undisturbed.
copyright by heather burns
