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Under Your Cape, Teacher

Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Epitaph

I shall always live,
Through my words that I whispered,

Will you remember?

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Remember
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1 comment:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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