My Room is Orange

My room is orange and

the walls glow with delight.

Sunshine dances off the memories that these walls hold.

What will happen to my orange walls when I'm gone?

Will they stay the same?

Will sunsets still be able to set them ablaze with color?

Maybe not, but they will always shine with my

memories.

-Ivy

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