The Lockless Door
It went many years
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hand
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again
My window was wide,
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade 'come in',
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at the knock
I emptied my cage,
To hide in the world
And alter with age.🗾
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Ten Million Fireflies
Poesieit's a collection of all my favourite poems and Verses of Robert Frost, my favourite poet. I was thinking of keeping them together in a diary or something. and then I remembered there's wattpad to keep them and share with others. so here you go...
