There I saw,
The teasing black ball,
It's like a lost child
Wandering at the hall
For once, I thought
"someone left it I'm sure"
But I got struck and I picked it,
I picked the black ball
I thought I'd regret it
But I'm wrong all along
I enjoyed playing it
I enjoyed playing the black ball
It gave me pleasure
It has no pressure
It gave me freedom that I treasure
What can I ask for more than to have this black ball?
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Thoughts into Words 😊
ПоэзияWelcome to my silent sanctuary everyone! These poems inside this book were mostly made by using different types of rhymes (Alternate rhyme, Enclosed rhyme, Terza Rima, Keats ode, Limerick and internal rhyme) although you may find some free verse poe...
