My Golden days

Those were the days;

When I hopped and popped 

My little pebbles.

They were precious and sumptuous;

Nevertheless my heart carried a love 

For those tiny undefined stones..

Greenish and greyish 

Sometimes brownish; 

I can feel the fresh air and the aroma so 

Brackish. 

Running around with barefoot

I knew nothing but a joy to live in..

The sand that made me laugh as I 

Dipped my toe fingers into it…

I played around collecting the pebbles 

And gathering them from my senses…

As I knew I was crazy showing them to my friends..

I wish I could bring back my precious days,

My love for the time I say golden days.