Disco Ball Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Disco Ball



Staring at a disco ball in the reflection of a
restaurant window, slowly turning, looking so
lonely in the darkened night.

Wishing for a partner in life, standing in the
center of the ceiling, no way to get together
with anyone or anything.

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