The trees are swaying with the wind.
This morning it's all silent, it's all sad, it's everyone sleeping or busy.
Our graduation rehearsal is at noon. Our Graduation ceremony is at 2. The dinner at 7 and the dessert at 8. And that's IT.
Graduation, gradually. That's how we are flirting with the idea of leaving, gradually, first not thinking about it. Then slowly embracing the pace of the days as our exams are getting over, and over. Then starting to put things down the walls, and then packing.
Tomorrow we go.
This morning it's all silent, it's all sad, it's everyone sleeping or busy.
Our graduation rehearsal is at noon. Our Graduation ceremony is at 2. The dinner at 7 and the dessert at 8. And that's IT.
Graduation, gradually. That's how we are flirting with the idea of leaving, gradually, first not thinking about it. Then slowly embracing the pace of the days as our exams are getting over, and over. Then starting to put things down the walls, and then packing.
Tomorrow we go.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out—
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
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