Captured the golden days


Under the twinkling stars,
Under the shinning light,
Under the twilighting night
Under the roaring wind.I approached with clicks of past.It's all about yestreen golden days.
Days of ecstasy no more sustained, past reflects unforgettable notion of childhood.It makes soul light-hearted with precious gems of past.These golden shades piquered my curiosity just like a little kid.Some freakish glances make me as happy as no one can't brood upon.
That were the mirthful days with plethora of sunshine, smiles and satisfaction.It ponder the prominent dear and near ones; whom my cup is no more left.Getting hectic never makes me realize of wonderful past.Past is past, which never arrives again.It resides in the closed book of golden moments.

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