THE GOOD OLD DAYS
The sun would set in hues of gold,
As laughter echoed, bright and bold.
We'd race the wind down country lanes,
With simple joys, unspoken gains.
The world was small, but the hearts were wide,
With endless dreams and nothing to hide.
A whisper shared beneath the trees,
A summer's breeze that brought us ease.
Oh, how we long for those good old days.

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