fly me through rooms
where food smells cozy
where love runs rosy
fly me through rooms
where songs and lyrics swell
where walls and floors, secrets tell
fly me through rooms
where blankets confront
where memories hunt
fly me through rooms
where God answers prayers
where treasure chests hide downstairs
fly me through rooms
where kisses echo
where I can be a gecko
fly me through rooms
with real people, who aren’t paper
where sadness will forever taper
fly me through rooms
where the baby coos
where it’s quite alright to sing the blues
fly me through rooms
where fireplaces reminisce and remind
where, toward my heart, they aren’t blind
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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May you always find rooms that welcome you whole—messy heart, singing soul and all.🚪
Very dreamy poem, Rowan. I enjoyed this very much!
Nice story you can also read the one I have prepared for you