By Amantul Iffat Farisha The grassy green mossesAround the little martyr’s graveThe lake water dancesIn tiny shiny waves. In mid summer’s sulky airThe little soldier playedThen bathed in the lake waterWith much merriment. There came a warIn the serene city of NaplesThe spirit of the little manDrove him to the wargate. The solemn breeze of … Continue reading Lake Breeze
