Books line the walls in my most cherished room of careless thoughts nary a trace The window frames a rose bush thriving and eager to bloom A million facts and figures fill my head and more learned I had hope to grow Reason has begun to lose the race and now all I really wish to know, is how the warm rosy dawn sparkles in your eyes and caresses your sleepy face
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I enjoyed this piece and it's imagery and emotion!
~Nikki~