The time you gave was precious and bright,
In little dreams, you lit a light.
Books that lay covered in dust,
Now opened again with newfound trust.
Numbers started to dance and play,
Hearts began to dream each day.
A short journey, just a few days,
Yet the lessons will forever stay.
A small lamp you chose to ignite,
Will shine in someone’s future bright.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
The time you gave was precious and bright,
In little dreams, you lit a light.
Books that lay covered in dust,
Now opened again with newfound trust.
Numbers started to dance and play,
Hearts began to dream each day.
A short journey, just a few days,
Yet the lessons will forever stay.
A small lamp you chose to ignite,
Will shine in someone’s future bright.
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