My Room (11-25-03)
Poem by Kayla Jarnac
A wall to the north, this is my
Deepest thoughts and dreams.
A wall to the south, this is my
Feet, running through life, providing steam.
A wall to the east, this is my
right hand scribing rhymes.
The wall to the west is where
the sun rises
in my window
I'll reveal my soul.
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