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