When the sun rises not,
And the dark fades all;
Here you are holding, holding the book,
When the dew turns into frost,
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Here you are walking, holding the book, . beautifully written meaningful poem. Nice on sharing.
You are there ' holding the book' and getting as much knowledge as you can. That is my ideal in life also. Good imagery-' achieving the orchid'. Keep on with your studies. M. Walker.
Remarkable suggestion. Thanks