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Goodbye to a Teacher

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I remember,
with a smile,
she stood at the door,
gently offering greetings
in track shoes or high heels.

At the ceremony,
hearts broke singing Dancing Queen.
As we remembered
the moment we heard.

Blank faces of familiar people
with quiet lips.
The color of pink,
Stuck in memories.

Seasons changed.
Blank faces and quiet lips remained.

I won’t forget
how her lips curled into a smile,
how her laugh echoed in the air .
How I prayed for an answer,
why her voice lingered
with me at night,
why her classroom
sent shivers through my spine,
and why the blank faces
and quiet lips
never faded.




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