Gossamer wings flutter,
leaving behind airy trails,
Down the memory lane...
Beneath the willowy oak,
Promises lost in times...
Glimpses of happy smiles...
Drifting through the breeze
Hand in hand, wandering away
Skipping through the grassy meadow,
Gazing at our silhouettes in distance
Why does my gaze, still blur?...
How I wish, moments could freeze in time...