Those Were The Times (A Song)

Those were the times And beautiful days Colorful moment mimes Their drifting ways Everything just leaving Making time for new In their short briefing Always coming through Those were the drifts Flowing and giving On to freshly airlifts Once in times living When days were all young Like blossoming garden In the flowers among Before cold start harden Those were the hours That always made its best Among deep shade flowers That later were compressed In to a dry pale bouquet Or between two book sheets And time was its alleyway in memories and beats