Orb
Worrying is easy Anticipated is hard to stopAlways looking at things searching for the cracksEvery chips can’t be glued backEven glass can’t be melted to what it once it wasThe air is always hard to tell warmth from coldMaybe the orb is unsure what is happening around it environment Like it once did long ago before being content by it nature and where it belong that nowIt wonders when it will settle or float out the window Back to where it once belong even inside know the blackness and lightning that surrounds it may come again soon
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