Lost years --Shant Sagar

In the silence of forgotten dreams, We wandered through the misty haze, Where time flowed like a languid stream, And memories blurred in a distant gaze. Each day whisper of what could have been, Lost echoes of laughter turned to sighs, The path walked was worn and thin, Fading footsteps as somber skies. Moments slipped through fingers frail, Like grains of sand in the desert vast, Leaving behind a bittersweet trail, Of hopes abandoned, too fleeting to last. Yet in the depths of the twilight hour, We find solace in the shadows cast, For every loss has a hidden flower, In the garden of the past. So let us cherish what remains, In the tender ache of twilight's tears, For even in the midst of pains, We'll find redemption in the lost years.