The Key

Last in the dark,
sheltered from the rain,
Trembling with confusion,
Wishing you knew my name,
Kept from the cold,
Although no hold,
No love and affection,
No claseness and no attention,
sheltered from harm,
But not from alarm,
Finding new things to keep,
Not a charm,
Withering trees blowing in the wind,
Feeling my knees shaking no sin,
Love daily kept inside,
could be shared no feelingd to hide,
will you open up to me,
You keep me sage but won't give me the key,
To your heart.

by Sylvia Fourness

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