KeyA Poem by ChelseaKey hidden deep within the dark past. A key to unlock the past or to shut it away.Key Cobwebs,
light the attic A
window, a pin prick of a hole, let’s
in kisses of sunlight Speckles
of dust everywhere The
air heavy Full
of weighted pasts Smells
of musty Molded
old pages of a diary book Cluttered
and cram packed Glazed
with dirty and dust Upon
the once scot free Floor A
key hidden To
unleash the past Or
to lock it away Hidden
key © 2011 ChelseaFeatured Review
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Added on February 17, 2011Last Updated on February 17, 2011 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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