Bedroom

In a bedroom with pale shades of gray one could think,

Looking through the windows as the sunrise appears, as

the shades of gray of night fades,

and the pinks and blues of a morning sky,

starts a new day, so a person slowly awakes.

In a bedroom where we sleep we awake to start a new day,

new ideas, new plans, anxious and yet happy to give our blessings

to be able to do this for another day to make decisions and to care for the ones around us.

In a bedroom with shades of gray with streaks of living yet to come.

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