The White RoomA Poem by mackenzi_drew
In the white room
With the large windows I play a tune To the strangers And the vines Ive found myself in rhythm Been here a few times I find myself a little more each time In the white room with the vines In the white room Where the sun rays shine Art books on the shelf Door locked behind What I've been searching for I've begun to find In the white room Guitar in hand In here there's no time © 2014 mackenzi_drew |
StatsAuthormackenzi_drewOttawa, Ontario, CanadaAboutAbstract/landscape painter, ukulele and guitar player, visitor of abandoned places, food lover, song/poem writer, photographer, coffee snob, museum/gallery browser, space geek, concert frequenter, lov.. more..Writing
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