The White Room

The White Room

A Poem by mackenzi_drew

In the white room
With the large windows
I play a tune
To the strangers
And the vines

Ive found myself in rhythm
Been here a few times
I find myself a little more each time
In the white room with the vines

In the white room
Where the sun rays shine
Art books on the shelf
Door locked behind
What I've been searching for
I've begun to find
In the white room
Guitar in hand
In here there's no time

© 2014 mackenzi_drew


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Added on April 15, 2014
Last Updated on July 30, 2014
Tags: white, room, tune, vines, guitar, finding myself, windows, rhythm, time, art, door, strangers

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mackenzi_drew
mackenzi_drew

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada



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Abstract/landscape painter, ukulele and guitar player, visitor of abandoned places, food lover, song/poem writer, photographer, coffee snob, museum/gallery browser, space geek, concert frequenter, lov.. more..

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