Rooms Without WallsA Story by RoseeA candle light hushed by the whirling wind. Secrets are heard. There are no walls. My brass hair whips my face. A sudden snicker. Records of memories spin. Playing unwanted thoughts of the past. Teapots spill their warmth. Lost forever. With fainted music guiding there steps. Hollow gowns dance. Alone. Trembling. My fingertips touch my face confirming I'm alive. Doves beat there wings. Soaring into Midnight. Rooms without walls collide and linger in my dreams. © 2009 Rosee |
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Added on July 1, 2009Last Updated on July 1, 2009 AuthorRoseeSan Francisco, CAAboutI love writing and photography and only wish to get better! more..Writing
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