ROOM WITH WHITE WALLS
We smile at each other
In mutual understanding
The silence of your words
Is warmer than the shower
I am sitting in
Warm white cloathes and
my hands tied behind my back
in a white room with soft walls
Where my soft lullabies
Are swallowed
The words in my head
Don't match words on my lips
But there lives a caleidoscope
Of swirling djinnis in here
All cackling
Such welcome warm friendship
Where teasing and crying
And devilish laughter
Are equal ingredients
I am seeking
I'll craft beautiful poetry
In the room with the white walls
And my single blue pen
More don't we need here
I'm writing
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January 30, 2017
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