Perspective - Poem by Priya K.
Black crows, loud bells, strict rules;
a dark garden to which buds come to blossom.
Crammed and full, the hot swift days pass by, unnoticed.
In them is a glimmer of light. A vision of what will be.
A hard world filled with rocks and troubles, and in it a pool of peace.
Something to aspire to. Excellence is attainable.
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