We ran through summers hand in hand,
barefoot dreams upon the sand.
Laughter echoed, wild and free,
a world that only we could see.
We carved our names in bark and stone,
swore we’d never be alone.
Secrets shared in whispered tones,
promises etched in childhood bones.
But time, it pulls like autumn winds,
scattering leaves, forgetting friends.
Our footsteps faded, paths untied,
we lost each other, side by side.
And though the years have stretched so wide,
sometimes, I hear your name inside—
a distant voice, a memory true,
a childhood I once shared with you.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
We ran through summers hand in hand,
barefoot dreams upon the sand.
Laughter echoed, wild and free,
a world that only we could see.
We carved our names in bark and stone,
swore we’d never be alone.
Secrets shared in whispered tones,
promises etched in childhood bones.
But time, it pulls like autumn winds,
scattering leaves, forgetting friends.
Our footsteps faded, paths untied,
we lost each other, side by side.
And though the years have stretched so wide,
sometimes, I hear your name inside—
a distant voice, a memory true,
a childhood I once shared with you.
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