April 20, 2019
With the ball, falling down to the ground
Saving it whe the others screaming so loud
Thankfully, It hits my hand with that sound
Barely heard it because of the cheer of the crowd
Only watching the ball inside this court
It cannot land on the ground or some sort
Yes I cannot fight in the mid-air
But let me say this, I am the one everyone should be aware
Libero is what I am
Always envy of the height of them
But the shining star players are always afraid
For Libero is the strongest receiver that Morgan made
Love, No One
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Love, No One
PoetryA compilation of poems for everyone written by no one. [Book One: Love, No One (On-going)]
