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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Alma Mater

It is a redbrick college,
I have an exquisite feeling on it.
It is a tranquil afternoon,
silence reigns.

I am standing along the corridor,
looking at the garden.
The fountain is flowing up and down,
the colossal fig tree is standing over there.

I turn left,
the superbly roman entrance is nearby.
I turn right; the magnificently reddish wall is upon me.
I turn round,
the splendid playground is underneath my knee.
I raise my eyes,
staring into the vast sky,
the shade of brown with a tinge of red and
the sky seems to blend into each other.

I roar,
my glorious school,
my beloved school,
my adorable school,
I love you forever,

glory to our school!

(15th of May,2004)
Trino Chan
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