I stood as everything reflected.
Back to the days
when the mountains were too small
and the valleys too hallow.
To the days when music
made the heart dance,
and the silence caressed the mind
like summer breeze.
The days when the raindrops
conjured sweet patterns on the skin
and sunshine
brought a glow
to everything that bloomed.
Back to the good old days…
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