Teacher's Hope

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Both hands still dusty with chalk
The students' countenances still heavy like pregnant clouds
The many unasked questions
Forming like a volcano threatening to erupt
But there, Trum sat with a sparkle in his eyes
Like a flashlight in the dark
In those eyes, the future is pregnant with a moon

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