Somewhere beneath the books, I found
Something that melted away as snow
A cup of tea and some warm bread held my tears in
the tenderness of me
which the DOOR OF TIME has now closed
I found the illustration of childhood me
somewhere beneath the books
I wish I could jump back to the time when I had
17 wishes in a bucket
wishing when I'd grown up
I'd do whatever
I take those dreadful words backs
now I'm I stuck for life wishing god would someday open the DOOR OF TIME!!!!
YOU ARE READING
THE DOOR OF TIME
Poetrylike the breeze in your hair passes by the time you feel it it's gone to understand further read and hope u enjoy
