![]() The Dark roomA Poem by kurohanaA large cube with gray walls, A bed, toilet and wash bin is all there is. In a dark, gloomy corner where I sat Cold floor and chilly air embraces my thin figure. Always waiting for the sun to be up As it pass through the tiny window and radiate warm. Basking and enjoying the warm light that lit up the room For its short visit will soon be gone leaving like it was never there. © 2016 kurohana |
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