When the sun hangs low and the shadows stretch long,
A whisper of time drifts like an old, familiar song,
Memories woven in the fabric of yesterday,
Fade into twilight, as the good days slip away.

The laughter we shared, like a gentle breeze,
Now echoes softly through the rustling trees,
Where once we danced, now silence takes the stage,
Turning pages in a book that we no longer engage.

In the golden glow of those carefree afternoons,
We chased our dreams beneath the watchful moons,
With every heartbeat, the world felt alive,
Yet now, it feels as though we merely survive.

We carved our names in the bark of our youth,
Believing in love, in the power of truth,
But time, a thief, cloaked in its gentle grace,
Steals the colors of joy, leaving a muted trace.

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