DROP THE CLICHE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date: 07-12-2025
Once, I found a youngster in the last row. Our eyes met together out of the blue. A hidden glow of scholarly brilliance I perceived from his timid berry eyes. As his guide, turned to be a catalyst. My cogitation didn't go abortive. When glide through the pages of nostalgia, I hear the echoes, "Diamond in the rough".
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