The turning of pages
The endless chatter of the teacher
The mindless talk of the students
The squeak of marker on the board
She sits there
Head on her hand
Eyes closed
Senses taking in these sounds
But soon
they disappear
And she finds herself next to the soothing waves
The salty smell of the air
The silent yet loud waves
The birds flying ahead
The sand tickling her bare feet
Her hair and dress dancing with the wind
This is where she longed to be
A place, where she was free
Her dreams
And with that
She was awoken
By the clear voice of the teacher
Saying things she didn't comprehend
The teacher turned away
Back to the mindless instruction
And so did she
Back to her dreams
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Thơ Cawe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
