Happy Summer Days
by S. M. Ulbrich
The good old days, a hazy glow,
When summers stretched and time moved slow.
We’d chase the sun through fields of green,
Laughter loud, the world unseen.
No screens to steal our fleeting gaze,
Just endless nights and carefree days.
The radio hummed, a simpler tune,
Beneath the stars, we’d dream the moon.
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