Gold and twisted paperclip wires,
twisted painstakingly for hours and hours,
until my fingers were red and sore,
one final act of gratitude and love.
The year was over, way to soon.
But the rings,
in an ever twisting circle,
represented the infinite number
of fun times,
of crazy situations,
of roasting from our awesome teacher,
of the infinite number of possibilities of the road ahead of us...
(The backstory to this, was when I left Primary School, on Graduation Day, the 43 rings were gifts to everyone... and honestly, writing this, I felt kinda emotional (ewwwwwww)... 'cause I miss them a lot :)