Barefoot on hot sand,
His laughter, a crashing wave,
Sunlight in her hair.
A castle built to the tide,
Washed away by autumn winds.
She shared salty chips,
Fingers brushing in the bag,
A hesitant touch.
Fireworks painted the dark sky,
Mirrored in hopeful, bright eyes.
Bike rides through the fields,
The scent of hay, freshly cut,
Wind whispering tales.
Hidden kisses 'neath oak trees,
Secrets kept within the heart.
Cool ice cream drips down,
Sticky sweetness on their skin,
Shared smiles, carefree days.
Polaroid fading to white,
Summer's ghost, a tender ache.
They sailed paper boats,
Down the babbling brook—
Their names
Scribed upon each hull.
Now the river flows onward—
Carrying sweet memories eternally.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 6:43 AM UTC
Barefoot on hot sand,
His laughter, a crashing wave,
Sunlight in her hair.
A castle built to the tide,
Washed away by autumn winds.
She shared salty chips,
Fingers brushing in the bag,
A hesitant touch.
Fireworks painted the dark sky,
Mirrored in hopeful, bright eyes.
Bike rides through the fields,
The scent of hay, freshly cut,
Wind whispering tales.
Hidden kisses 'neath oak trees,
Secrets kept within the heart.
Cool ice cream drips down,
Sticky sweetness on their skin,
Shared smiles, carefree days.
Polaroid fading to white,
Summer's ghost, a tender ache.
They sailed paper boats,
Down the babbling brook—
Their names
Scribed upon each hull.
Now the river flows onward—
Carrying sweet memories eternally.
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