He came that day




very nib

arrived that morning

and poused front us

He was wearing a colorful outfit

contrasting with your solemn manner

His silence had an apparent joy

the sadness around

with a lost aspect of uncertainty went falling in our mind

a low breath and a dormant restleness

 He spoke with us

as if we were old friends

with calm and respect

 We saw there was a light, a glow in your voice

It was because of him that I wanted to be a teacher.

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