Starting from the first day,
Crying Children, with the loss of mother's
Not an unusual seen, for teachers….
Days make us the feeling, ‘this is our school’
When childhood turned the way, to teenage,
We found the rhythm of heart beats,
Want to fly in sky with the loving stars
And to stay in rainbow,
Stars,flowers, shells,ponds,birds ….
All loosed in the end of an innocent season…
Yes, we growned far away …
Still now,be excited for a school bus…
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