The Pink Painted Room
THE PINK PAINTED ROOM.
She always wanted space,
To move at her own pace,
Coz to everyone it was a race,
And there seemed to be no pause.
The little pink walled room,
Her very own, so warm,
Removed all gloom,
Even though there was no groom.
Every item was a treasure,
Sitting inside always a pleasure,
From outside she felt no pressure,
And her happiness knew no measure.
Though it was dark most seasons,
But inside she found all reasons,
To her there were no concerns,
To be happy she needed no other reasons.
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2015
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