In halls of light where silence hums,
Among the books, the learner comes.
With eyes like stars, burning bright,
She walks the edge of day and night.
While others sleep or seek their rest,
She chases dreams through every test.
A mind in motion, never still,
Filled with purpose, shaped by will.
Not for the praise or fleeting fame,
Nor medals carved with her own name,
But for the love of learning's flame
A fire no failure dares to tame.
Her world is built of notes and pens,
Of questions asked again, again.
Each answer found, a step ahead,
Each hour where new strength is bred.
She knows the weight of being best,
The quiet anxiety behind each test.
Yet bears it all with steady grace,
Determined eyes and thoughtful pace.
When doubt comes knocking late at night,
She meets it with a stubborn light.
For though the climb is steep and long,
She walks it sure, with purpose strong.
And in the end, she doesn’t seek
A crown upon the scholar’s peak
But hopes her mind, once found in strife,
Will shape a better, wiser life.
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