A flash of light
lit the land bright
it is in the night
a beautiful sight
the moon gazes from a height
looks down straight
falls down below on the right
where the house stands alone
it is a gorgeous white one
pure and crystal like in tone
very much familiar and known
called the “White House”
a place that invited a rouse
which led to a browse
a famous icon in a course
wherein emanates a declaration of war and peace
the crucial discussions take place
the decisions show up firm, not in a trace
the governance is done not in a haze
committed is the President never in haste
the name is synonymous with ideas chaste
it being a display of grandeur and magnificence
a cynosure of all eyes and a place of excellence
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