Room
The room in the Agua Fria neighborhood
it's the only place i feel safe
in this city of effusive parties
from so many noisy places...
There is the beach street where I sometimes pass...
However, it is in my tranquil room that I find calm and refuge.
from the horrors of city stridency...
I wish life was a cozy room
without the unnerving throb of the street-
If so... plaintive serenity
how is my lovely room... !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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