Closing doors lead to
teardrops in teacups
but as seasons change
and new locks arranged
doors swing wide open
revealing new hope
but with a difference
all the same
©Vivian Zems
Closing doors lead to
teardrops in teacups
but as seasons change
and new locks arranged
doors swing wide open
revealing new hope
but with a difference
all the same
©Vivian Zems
November 20, 2017 at 10:16 am
Same doors, different breeze. Sweet and swaying.
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November 20, 2017 at 1:35 pm
You said it!
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November 20, 2017 at 2:03 pm
Refreshing words in more ways than one Vivian.
Anna :o]
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November 20, 2017 at 7:32 pm
Thank you!
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November 20, 2017 at 2:32 pm
Love this fresh perspective on doors 🙂 Beautifully done.
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November 20, 2017 at 7:37 pm
Thanks, Sanaa😊
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November 20, 2017 at 4:03 pm
There is always hope if there is a fresh breeze
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November 20, 2017 at 7:33 pm
I think so 😊
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November 20, 2017 at 6:56 pm
I love the title……and the feelings in this poem, which is uplifting to read. Thank you.
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November 20, 2017 at 7:33 pm
Thanks 😊
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