When I close my eyes
And move to fantasy
I see my class with
A sprit of ecstasy
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Lines that came straight from the heart. Nostalgic. Being a teacher I can easily relate to this. I am also facing the same thoughts but from a teacher's angle. Every year we have to go through the same period when our senior batch leaves the campus.A tearful farewell
I remember our laughs I remember our cries I remember standing in front of the buses Just to say good bye.. a very touching poem of sweet memories of the lovely school days. thank you very much. tony
Beautiful nostalgic feelings elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation from the heart. Thanks for sharing Smriti and do remain enriched.