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Aanya Singh

Children

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Aanya Singh

Children

Fresh Start

Fresh Start

1 min
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We are the voices in quite halls, 

Scribbling dreams on classroom walls.

With words we paint, with thoughts we lead,

In every line, we plant a seed.

Every day feels like a fresh new start,

When you fail - pause and restart.

One slept,

One wept,

But still, one rose - with quite respect.  


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