In the hush of memory's secret hall,
Where time and age dare not enthrall,
There dwells a tribe, a spectral crew,
The Classmates, known to just a few.
Beneath the starry canopy's glow,
In the land where memories ebb and flow,
They gather 'neath a moonlit bough,
Their stories weaving, row by row.
Amelia, with her lens of grace,
Captures time's fleeting, elusive chase.
Each click a heartbeat, each frame a rhym
