Before the bell rings
Energy surges through my cold body
Like the warmth of the sun
And when it rings
There's an outpouring of happiness
That I often have to hold back
Because this joy would be frowned upon
But sometimes
I allow myself to jump
To relish in the skip of my steps
To be uncaring
To be free
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For a Moment ║ Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
