"The Golden Days"
Those day when .. the cold air hit my face, those days when.. the laughter filled the air.. When the birds, clouds, sun and moon always looked over me.. and ensured my safety.. those days when I used to bleed but it never mattered because all that matters was if I won or lost. When the smallest and biggest of fights and arguments lead to the unbreakable bounds.. The chattering, dancing, singing and playing.. was all that I really cared.. When there was no one to talk to or play with, the moon and stars never left my side.. Those days are the days which I true call.. "The golden days" π«β¨π
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