Where shadows dance ‘neath ancient trees,
Echoes of laughter cling to the air,
Moments suspended, a sweet affair.
Time, like a river, flows far away,
Yet its currents pull me, softly they sway,
To sunlit days where the wildflowers bloom,
And childhood dreams chased away the gloom.
A worn-out swing creaks in the dusk,
Recalling the joy, the innocence, the trust.
Friendships forged in the summer's embrace,
Innocent secrets in our hidden place.
The scent of rain on sunbaked earth,
Reminds me of days that shimmered with mirth,
The taste of ice cream on a sticky cone,
Lit up the laughter, made the heart home.
Pictures in frames, their colors now fade,
Yet in my mind's eye, the memories parade,
Voices long silenced, a melody sweet,
The rhythm of time, a bittersweet beat.
Faded postcards from places unknown,
Whispers of journeys, of seeds that were sown,
Each sepia tint holds a story, a thread,
Woven together, where dreams dared to tread.
Nostalgia, a bridge to the past that remains,
A tapestry rich with joys and with pains,
In every soft sigh, every tear that we shed,
Is gratitude, love, for the life that we've led.
Though the moments may vanish like smoke in the air,
Their echoes linger, always somewhere,
So I hold them close, as the stars start to gleam,
For in each faded memory, I still find my dream.
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