Joy is pink
It sounds like happy laughter with friends
It tastes like pancakes in the morning after a sleepover
It smells like freshly cooked eggs for lunch
Joy feels like a spike of fire inside you
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Unknown Necessities - Poems
PoetryYou never know when you need a wise word, or a helping word to guide your mind, soul, and heart. Let words of poetry lead you where you never knew you needed leading to.
