The White Room Is Changing

When life loses its color, believe in its return.

                             "The White Room Is Changing"


The white room,
an empty chamber once declared itself as my heart.
Silent shadows desperate to survive, and hints of hope
blanched with the void of your presence within.

Eons of breaths later;
from the depths of lost mornings and secret memories,
an offer of opportunities shifted suppressed emotions
to move on my heart's blank canvas.

A singing muse is born,
as unaware thoughts emerge bubbling forth in due fashion.
My soul's creative essence whispers a sacred suggestion,
compelling me to waltz through unrealized dreams.

In all its wonder and amazement,
I learn and I evolve. Musical magic remembers
its vibrant colors to paint a song and dance in my heart.
The white room is changing.


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