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That scent..

Yes, Yes,
I know that scent
New plastic covers and brown paper sheets.
New books with lots of stories
New chapters and new workbooks,
New bags and fancy water bottles
New shoes with snow coloured socks
Freshly sharpened pencils
In a colourful pencil box.

Yes, yes,
I remember what it means
It means new beginnings,
‘Leave yesterday beneath that
tattered History text book’, it screams
And open new doors,
And rest on new seats,
In new classes
And new hiding places to seek

Oh, I so wish I could go back,
For day,
Not more.
And I would still like to play with abandon and
go bone-tired to bed.