Found Poetry 416

10/26/20

immeasurable doors with handles of gold
make it near impossible for us to hold
because when our eyes meet the treasure in our way
we forget to open or close but only weigh

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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