Sitting, scribbling there on the table.
Blank look overcoming her eye.
Furious, pounding her fist,
Information just passing by.
A loving touch,
A simple glance,
One that touches your soul.
A spark of knowing,
Downs pushed aside,
Knowledge finds control.
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Yay! I just felt a loving heart of a teacher in this poem. 🙂 Great!
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Thanks! 🙂
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😀
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I can’t relate anything to your post, except MAGIC itself. Lovely piece.
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A sense of accomplishment. Well done 🙂
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Great job! I think you told a whole story with few words… not so easy to do!
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Wonderful! The tale you told unfolded perfectly!
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Im glad it went over so well
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Wow powerful poem on the art of teaching. Loved it!
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