Sunday, 11 November 2012

My Room

Poetry Of Sorts
~ My Room ~
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My Room

Here in my room
There are no walls
For me the wide horizon calls

Here in my room
There is no ceiling
Leaves imagination reeling

Here in my room
There is no floor
I'm going deep where there's no law

And down the stairs
And far away
I hear kids' cries
And traffic's hum
And distant sighs
And someone's mum
Feel fading day
Sense shady lairs

But here in my room
Windows are wide
The door's open
Nowhere to hide

For up in my room
There are no walls
There is no ceiling
There is no floor
Yawning wide the windows
Always open is the door


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