Whistling wind comes in waves
During the dreary dregs of an overcast day
As a professor softly speaks of poetry.
Words weave around the silence
Creating a studious stupor among us,
Effectively enforcing the importance of his lecture.
Discussion directly ensues,
Promoting a bubbly babble of participation -
Students hoping to earn favor or facination.
Some stay silent, not sure what to say.
One wrong word could end in embarassment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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