Dear Teacher

I was wet clay,
And you were the sculptor,

My torch in obscurity,
My solace in the sorrow,

Shaped me into what I am today,
With the knowledge you imparted,

So boundless and infinite,
You made me wise,

You my teacher,
Are my temple and my God,

And I shall always worship you.

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