Peacock blue ~
a door,
a little odd
and weary, too.
Many passed you by
without a second thought
or glance.
But I,
I found myself planted there,
gazing into such a
mysterious curiousity.
With stealth and silence
I drew near, afixed
my eye to the keyhole.
And saw your heart there,
uttering a peaceful sigh.
I've found you ~
my cherished, hidden room.
Photo: Christine Valters Paintner
Poetry: Roxanne Galpin
2 comments:
Oooh, I like that photo. Did you take that?
A hidden room...I have not found mine yet~ but I suppose it's a room full of notebooks and ink pens. Hugs and thank you for thinking of me <3
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