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 rhyme, In her pictures, we travel through endless time. Felix, a wanderer, bold and free, His laughter ignites the midnight sea. He found in adventures, life\'s true gold, In the stories he tells, our hearts unfold. Haruki, a conjurer of worlds untold, His tales, like constellations, manifold. Galaxies danced in his dreamer\'s eye, In his stories, we soar, limitless and high. Elena, in silence, she held our fears, Mapped out our joys, wiped away our tears. Her empathy, a bond none could deny, In her quiet strength, our spirits fly. Underneath that ancient tree\'s embrace, In this spectral realm, a sacred space, Classmates unite, though worlds apart, In the poetry of their shared, beating heart. In the tapestry of life\'s grand design, These classmates, dear, forever entwined. A reunion beyond the bounds of time, A masterpiece woven in friendship\'s rhyme. ★★★★★ © afsal aboobacker | thezcount.com