Suppose It Was
Could there possibly be a secret door hidden in the lush green of the forest?
A hidden world, that when you walk through,
the door you are awaken to a new world a new dimension Possibly, you
could walk through this door, and view the surrounding.
Maybe, an escape that is hid in the darkness and coolness of the forest.
That when the woes of life get to that moment of unbearable. You could hide away in your forest hide away. When you turn the knob, of your secret hide away.
The woes are not there. maybe, you get a redo, there.
Inside the new world, the sun is always shining, and dew sparkles like glitter.
Suppose this hidden door, was made just for you.
And when others view the door it is hidden from their eyes.
Suppose, that could really happen. Just, maybe
Copyright © Sarah Bowman | Year Posted 2012
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