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Whisper of the Fan
The fan hums a tune, a gentle roar,
hair dances in the breeze,
thoughts drift like leaves,
in the current of whispered dreams.
School uniform folded neatly,
a relic of days not far.Silent prayers weave through the air,
between gusts and pauses,
hopes float, fragile as dandelion seeds,
knowing the ground they may never …