Life, space, secluded place <br />But that's how I hear the waves crashing <br />See the parrots on a tree <br />The leaves that fall on a balcony <br />Smell the rain <br />Hear the wheels of the goods train <br /> <br /> <br />Some photogrpaphs on the wall <br />But no faces at all. <br />Episodes have burnished and furnished <br />Countless memories and dreams <br />Sun's rays and moonbeams <br />In reflection, lurid, <br />But not so often lucid, <br />Pacing the mind's corridors, <br />Opening the mind's tinted windows, <br />Walking out of the sacred circle <br />Leaning back in <br />But now the day will begin. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-room-7/
