My Student.....
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My student
her innocent queries
still in my heart
about the sky, stars, flowers...
reverberates around
like blazing dewdrop
in the eyes of hope
as the petals of jasmine
in the eyes of dreams,
your wings
when they aim
to soar high and high,
I am here in the classroom
write on the blackboard,
nearby the old chair and old table
with the memories of past
pulsing around I feel,
a chalk piece, gray hair and time.
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