Alyssa - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
She came in
Some bones in pale skin
“I’m sorry; I am sick.”
She handed scripts and took leave.
That was it.
Seeing her made me think:
With knowledge we sharpen our muscles.
Then we serve the masters much better.
Alyssa’s example, ”
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