With gloss rebounding off its rugged surface
the stone on the ground
is something to cross
across to the side with grass
grass, used for the fields
on which we jump, run, pant, and shout
on which rain descends
and in puddles do we splash
with laughter ringing out in the open
almost like singing
the trees adjacent to the school
sing with the sound of spring
a floral and sweet combination
that we hope will last forever
at the end of the day, we abandon our books
the reading we do is lost
as we leave through door 2
and walk with our ankles, wishing we
could fly in the sky, abandoning our flip-flops.
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