#1773-Together
08/06/2022
Quiet, innocent days,
When we stood side by side,
Watching daylight fade,
The moon rise,
With little care,
For tomorrow’s plight.
Those days are now gone,
Etched in memories,
As new ones come along.
What could be better,
Than holding hands,
Watching our shadows dance,
While creating memories,
One day at a time.
