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Audrey G Oct 2017
Something is missing says the
white cozy room. She was tired
says the empty coffee cup on a
pile of old dusty books by the black
backpack. She had worked all night
creating a new thick book, says the
lonenly large pen with almost no ink.
She need sleep, says the un-made
bed; and she was cold says the hut
wood in the big chimney newly off.

She had a rough week. says the
aspirings lying next to the blue bottle
of water on the night table. But she
couldn't stop reading my tory, says
the book open half way. She needed
to relax says the cheesy music station.
Tomorrow is the first day of winter
vacation says s the school books and
papers on the black table like
snowflakes in winter.

She needs to start thinking about herself
says the black window with a view to
the lonely and large swing int e small
backyard. Also to believe in her dreams
says the white pillow in the bed. She is
beautiful as well as her name says
small diary. But she doesn't think that
way says the rectangular white mirror.

She loves to laugh says the picture
with a lot of smile people in it. She has been crying lately, says the blue box of Kleenex. She had the power to
get ut back says the slight strips of light
passing through the window. Something
was missing the white room says.
Audrey G Oct 2017
We never see it but is always there
and we know it is there, we can feel it
Maybe because we are not prepare
to open our eyes to this great world


Where the moon is never the same
and a new painting is always there  
waiting to be discover in a shy frame
made of dreams and wishes of gold F

To open our eyes we are never too old
But yet we can be too small to realize
That this world can be warm and cold
Audrey G Oct 2017
In a perfect dream
Creating a scene
While the moon is awake
Looking itself in a lake

You are the queen
At midnight
Creating a scene
Peaceful and light

About the universe
A shining land
At the back of your hand

— The End —