School
The buildings are flooded
Youth and change
Minds are growing
In different ways
Imaginary music
floods the halls
for there is no greater orchestra
than within middle school walls!
With all the change
And the excitement about
Grades
Friends
Teachers
so much to shout!
the rush is all but a frenzy
so hear me out
pause it all
run with the rain
even if it might not halt its fall
This poem reminds me my carefree school days!
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