School bell rings,
doors release.
Squeaky new boots
on tiny, high-pitched feet.
Swishing through mounds of
burgundy, rusted leaves.
The chill wind
guides them into flight.
As time inhales,
children cheer and mothers laugh.
The whole world dances
to the song of joy.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
School bell rings,
doors release.
Squeaky new boots
on tiny, high-pitched feet.
Swishing through mounds of
burgundy, rusted leaves.
The chill wind
guides them into flight.
As time inhales,
children cheer and mothers laugh.
The whole world dances
to the song of joy.
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