The sun shines bright, the skies so clear,
A sign that the end of the school year is
near.
Books are closing, and the halls are still,
No more classwork or tasks to fulfill.
Summers standing on the heads,
No more lunchboxes, no more breads,
As the year has come to a close,
It’s the nostalgia that gradually grows!
Aisha
Umer V Indigo
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