Yellow orbs
Twirl all around
Sweeping the floor
As my laugh rings around the hall.
One of the few times
I see the yellow orbs
Swishing around us
Both cheekily staring at each other.
In these moments
Yellow orbs
Surround us,
Capturing us like a filter;
It makes everything perfect
These yellow orbs.
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The Unexpected
PoezjaA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
