669. Those golden days, drift like leaves in wind,

SONNET 669
By JH Sayyar

Those golden days, drift like leaves in wind,
When time was slow, dreams were wide and deep.
We built our homes where the sky had thinned,
And chased the stars before we fell asleep.

The fields were vast, our laughter filled the air,
We danced with shadows, fearless in the light.
The world was magic, simple, bright, and fair—
A storybook that closed with every night.

But years have drawn a line we cannot cross,
And left those barefoot moments far behind.
Yet in my heart, I carry all that’s lost—
The child I was still wanders in my mind.

So let me smile when memory appears—
A flicker soft from long-forgotten years