In the dryer, one sock disappeared,
Leaving the other one feeling quite weird,
Where did it go?
We may never know,
Into thin air it simply cleared.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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