Room 126
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In room one-two-six
I sit and wait
As gentle rain
upon the glass does skate
A ceiling clear
the world below
Where soft-lit tables
in silence glow
The quiet hum
of voices near
Some lost in books
some lost in cheer
A solitary figure
turns each page
While others gather
cards engage
The laughter low
the moments sweet
The pulse of life
in soft retreat
The rain
it whispers
as it falls
The night
it dances through the halls
Outside
the world is cold and gray
But here
inside
the warmth will stay
A fleeting peace
a quiet song
Where I belong
where I belong