Untitled #7
The hallway empties like a river
finding its way to the sea.
Lockers close like chapters ending,
but the story continues in me.
3:15 PM
Chairs scrape against linoleum floors,
a symphony of freedom.
We pour through double doors
into a world that waits
with open arms and open roads.
Backpack
I carry the weight of equations
and unfinished essays,
but also the lightness
of a joke shared in third period,
a smile from across the cafeteria.
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Written by
Max
Nestbird & Editor
Max is a wildlife enthusiast whose primary interests are photography, preservation, observation, and documentation. His work reflects a commitment to recording the natural world as it is, not simply for artistic effect but for the purpose of conservation. Through careful study and a camera lens, Max contributes to a broader understanding of wildlife and the importance of protecting it.
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