by Harshita Das aged 11

I stare at white
And I feel empty
Like a whitewashed wall
Clean and fresh
I can start again
I feel at peace
Like somebody
Starting a new life
I sigh
And I stare at white again
Calmness washes through me
My hand rests against me
It’s just like
I have started anew

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