BY - Mysha Ali 6-I
THE STARS ABOVE THE LAKE
WHAT A MEMORY THEY MAKE.
THE NIGHTINGALE SINGS,
WHAT JOY IT BRINGS.
THE DUE ON THE RED ROSE,
APPEARS WHILE I REPOSE.
THE GLITTERING RAINBOWS,
HAS ITS OWN SHOW.
THE STILL SPARKILING WATER,WHILE I ROW
ON WHICH THE LOTUS GROW .
ON THE VALLEYS WHERE GROW THE LILY,
MAKE ME GO SILLY.
CHERISH ALL OF THESE,
FROM HEAD TO KNEES.
WHEN SAD OR MAD,
THESE MEMORIES COME IN HAND.
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