My Teacher
My teacher
There are many teachers in the World, but no such else have I seen as I have
now. When furious, her eyes have a poisonous flame of danger in it; when glad, her
silent praise is like the soft wind of pleasing sakuras. Every day we spend no
matter the emotional appearance, is filled with lots of happy laughter and fun remarks
no other teacher even notices about her students: my teacher is a really special, yet
mysterious person.
Her light eyes turn grey on rainy days, blue on sunny ones; sweet dimples
decorate her blushing cheeks when she smiles; a little piped pink lips with big soft
edges make her complexion sparkle every moment they say something she would
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