Hi there! , this was a poem I wrote a while back but i feel it works with the image!
'Rooms'
I have sat in the most colourful rooms,
staring at sunsets that don't exist,
and reality was but a daydream.
I have sat in the most colourful rooms,
not far from the gaze of heaven's steps,
and for five, six, seven hours,
it was the perfect world.
But i have also sat in the darkest of rooms,
dried up, lethargic and lost,
where emptiness could be harvested in abundance,
and freedom was but a daydream.
'Rooms'
I have sat in the most colourful rooms,
staring at sunsets that don't exist,
and reality was but a daydream.
I have sat in the most colourful rooms,
not far from the gaze of heaven's steps,
and for five, six, seven hours,
it was the perfect world.
But i have also sat in the darkest of rooms,
dried up, lethargic and lost,
where emptiness could be harvested in abundance,
and freedom was but a daydream.
1 comment:
wow! What a fantastic poem! It is really interesting how it can fit the illustration.
Thanks!
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