#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood, a tender embrace.

Laughter in the hallways,
Secrets shared in whispers low,
Each scribble and each lesson,
A part of the tapestry we sew.

The smell of old books,
The warmth of the sun’s glow, ...