The Blue Room
He sees
the morning rain,
the raindrops bloom,
grey clouds above plains,
in the blue room.
He sees
the afternoon breeze,
the shadows loom,
buildings stood at peace
in the blue room.
He sees
the night winter,
the inevitable gloom,
hooked to such wonder,
in the blue room.
He sees
almost everything,
with a sense finality,
that life was indeed moving on,
outside the blue room.
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