Do you remember the garden, where the daisies whispered stories?
Once upon a time, the sun was soft, like buttered toast.
Forget-me-nots painted in blue, beyond the rusted swing.
My heart danced with the fireflies until the moon yawned.
Click me to invoke the echoes of laughter!
If you wish to wander deeper, visit the dust of memories here: Whispers
Or perhaps the shadows of forgotten dreams over there: Echoes