13 Oct
Posted October 13, 2015 by angoraartist in Art, Poetry. Tagged: art, emotion, life, photo. 1 Comment
The locked door,
Day after day past it I go,
What lies inside?
I never shall know.
Who holds the key?
No one really knows,
But it is not me.
Posted by Jessie Hagen, M.A. (PioneerLady) on October 13, 2015 at 3:18 am
Reblogged this on Pithy Ponderings and commented: Love this!
Reply
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Email Address:
Follow
Posted by Jessie Hagen, M.A. (PioneerLady) on October 13, 2015 at 3:18 am
Reblogged this on Pithy Ponderings and commented:
Love this!