Taste of Success
Sorrows doors do so boldly open
from what seems like eternal longings of
life's aim does caress one's thoughts so sweetly
only to find bitterness at the taste of its bud
leaving one fearful of dreamlike sprouting doors
hung with wreathed boughs spotted with poison berries
as life opportunities seize to knock
on one's psych of soul
By Susan Mills
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