Cold November mornings.
The twenty-minute ride
would chill my body
water my eyes
When the sunlight
inviting from behind the skylight
simply beyond the gray clouds.
Those leaves;
now fallen,
brown and crisp.
The somber silence of some pupil
Yes, it's Monday,
yet again.
Sharp pencils, pens drawn on table, the warm room, the dusty black board,
the morning test
terrifying!
The end of the school!
The twenty-minute ride
would chill my body
water my eyes
When the sunlight
inviting from behind the skylight
simply beyond the gray clouds.
Those leaves;
now fallen,
brown and crisp.
The somber silence of some pupil
Yes, it's Monday,
yet again.
Sharp pencils, pens drawn on table, the warm room, the dusty black board,
the morning test
terrifying!
The end of the school!
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