The Last Bell’s Echo. 🔔✨

This room, once loud with restless minds, 💨

Now holds the hush that time unwinds. 🕰️

The benches — still, but never bare — Remember those who dreamed elsewhere. 🌌✏️

They carved in wood, not just in thought, 🪵

A kind of truth that can't be taught. 📄🕊️

While chalk dissolved in daily grind, Some slipped beyond — but not behind. 🎒🌬️

The teacher spoke; not all obeyed — 👩‍🏫 

Yet every silence also stayed. 🗣️

Not all who drifted were astray — Some simply learned a different way. 🛤️✨

Now faded walls and dusty air, 🌫️

Still guard the spark that once lived there. 🏚️🔥

No names remain, but echoes do — Of quiet souls who simply knew. 🎶❤️