September stands shyly
in the doorway of a school.
She sings in her head
She sings in her head
"Give me something to aspire to-
Some beautiful change,
some standing on truth,
some person to show me around-"
she is new.
September steps into
a classroom of kind souls,
who hang peace like paintings
on every wall.
A hopeful stranger
standing on the edge of Fall-
She aspires to be like them,
candles all.
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