Long days stretched without an end,
Bare feet tangled in warm, soft sand,
Clinging to knees marked with small wounds of play,
Even the sun struggled to make us tired.
The smell of grass, the taste of ice,
Sticky hands and sunburned cheeks,
Every hour brought a new surprise and story,
In those long days that felt like weeks.
Laughter floated on the summer breeze,
Sunset colors faded slow and sweet,
We chased the light until the stars appeared,
The night embracing us with silent breeze.
As seasons change and years move on,
Those golden hours still remain,
Like sunlight through the trees.
A sweet, remembered summer dream.
ARUN KUMAR M
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