The Key Holder
Open
A gate, a key
To greater turmoil
Overture to greater beauty
Unspoiled.
Fear not
Discovery
When your eyes look upon
Rough trail, hiding territory
Beyond.
Count not,
Walk regardless
Of the pros and the cons
Dreams are in the making, unless
You doubt.
Seek Ye
That gate, that key
That you may come to know
Treasure untold; that ye the key
Do hold.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.07.11
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
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