Days That Stay

Dust motes dancing in the afternoon light,
A lazy breeze whispering soft and slow.
Summer drifting on the edge of sight,
Like a distant memory starting to grow.

It wasn't thunder, no sudden crash,
Just a quiet whisper, a gentle sigh.
A forgotten feeling - a lightning flash,
And the world you knew just passes by.

And these are the days that come back to me
On a scent of summer, on a distant sound.
A ray of sunlight setting memories free,
Where yesterday's laughter can still be found.

They never truly fade, no, they just reside
Deep in the chambers where young hearts beat.
The brightest moments we cannot hide -
They live on in us, bittersweet.

Remember secrets shared on a moonlit street?
The trembling thrill of a first young love.
The clumsy rhythm of wandering feet
Chasing dreams we were certain of.

Those careless days when time felt wide,
A symphony painted in fearless hue.
One fleeting glance we tried to hide -
And the world felt brand new.

And these are the days that come back to me
On a scent of summer, on a distant sound.
A ray of sunlight setting memories free,
Where yesterday's laughter can still be found.

They never truly fade, no, they just reside
Deep in the chambers where young hearts beat.
The brightest moments we cannot hide —
They live on in us, bittersweet.

Like a melody playing on an old cassette,
A familiar chord, a voice we knew.
The years may pass, but we don't forget
The quiet magic shining through.

It's not regret - it's a gentle grace,
A tap on the shoulder, a knowing smile.
A moment held in time and space
That makes the journey worthwhile.

Sometimes it only takes
a scent of summer…
or a distant melody
drifting through the air
to open a door
we thought was long closed.

And suddenly
for just a moment -
we are there again.

And these are the days that come back to me
On a scent of summer, on a distant sound.
A ray of sunlight setting memories free,
Where yesterday's laughter can still be found.

They never truly fade, no, they just reside
Deep in the chambers where young hearts beat.
The brightest moments we cannot hide -
They live on in us, bittersweet.

Oh, they live on in us -
a quiet part of who we are.

In memory.
In music.
In the silence between words.

Some days don't vanish.
They simply become
a part of you…
and me.

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Russian translation - via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2026/03/07/7428