Poetry For Everyday People
A Poem's Chance
Please forgive
my selfishness here,
I am setting my mood
the way I need it
as for my door,
here,
it is open,
always open,
you can only
float here though
you can only
take what's giving
if you need something
else
you have to go find
it
or write your way
to it
this is a Moroccan room
tent like with
purple
red
blue
soft floors
celling fans like violins
lanterns hanging
with candles shimmering
smell of fresh jasmine
fills the room
I am sipping wine
sharing my peace
hoping you come in
hoping it works
for you
hoping you'll
stay.
my selfishness here,
I am setting my mood
the way I need it
as for my door,
here,
it is open,
always open,
you can only
float here though
you can only
take what's giving
if you need something
else
you have to go find
it
or write your way
to it
this is a Moroccan room
tent like with
purple
red
blue
soft floors
celling fans like violins
lanterns hanging
with candles shimmering
smell of fresh jasmine
fills the room
I am sipping wine
sharing my peace
hoping you come in
hoping it works
for you
hoping you'll
stay.
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