All the students, looked so gloomy, Full of colors on their tummy. Even tho they’ve interacted, They were easily distracted. One day they were map creators, Next day they were dominators, One day they were dancing fairies, Just like in Po’s early memories. It became worryingly harder, Also pleasant in a manner. Even tho they lacked the order, They were friendly like no other. From the group someone was special, … Continue reading True Colors – Part 7
Laura Dogariu 