Room

 

At 6:30, the music of the world

Is a trumpet in my ear

The teal walls are the stories

Telling my life

The exploding stars shine brightly at night

A puff of cloud is where I sleep

Curtains are purple shields

which hide me from the outside

When the sun shines, it is always at noon

My room is a world

In which I am queen

 

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