Here is a poem I wrote:
With One Hundred Rooms
With One Hundred Rooms
With one hundred rooms,
Secrets unfold,
Some locked away,
But others are bold,
If you cry in the night,
Someone might hear,
Far away through the fear,
Is it life,
Or is it the wind,
Or it might just be my dream.
- Bix
- Bix
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