Pink Room

‘You open the door
There is
A pink rose bud carpet on the floor
There is
Pink rose bud paper on the wall
No other room like it at all
The bed faces the window
The sun shines brilliantly round the room
it is peaceful and quiet
Where everything feel right.
It belongs to my aunt’s friend
I have stayed there many times
Now that is no longer possible
i want to cry.

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