Sunday, November 13, 2011

From the 'inside' of a teacher-to-be.

I hear the whipping of the fan blade,
crickets break the silence of air.
Scribbles on paper,
thoughts at the end of a pen;
arose a feeling unfamiliar, unknown.
When pairs of eyes stares, I behold,
and realize the feeling that arose;
for no feelings like any other,
of imparting life into another.

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