Star of the school

 


Dry life becomes old

 In the grass of Parala

 In the morning when the dew clusters bear fruit

 Star of the school goes into hiding

 Between the dawn lines

 In the surrounding constellations

 The light is still on

 To the head

 With many eyes lit.

 The way

 Not to mention,

 Some star may be dead by now

 But its light never fades. 

         Teacher....


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