For a Friend!
Days go by, time moves on,
Memories of childhood grow warm as we grow young.
With the friends we grow,
Childhood never remains but we grow with the memories of those.
We were friends when we were child;
Now we meet when time has passed by!
Every moment was so wonderful when you were around,
Missed you very much when I was alone.
Even though days have passed by,
The memories are as warm as rain drops on the meadow after the clouds passed by.
Now when I look behind the path in time,
I can only cry saying Those Days Are the Best Days of My Life…………….!
With Love.........
2 comments:
That is lovely.
Its a beautiful thought!!
Keep writing!
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