In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows dance with the light,
Memories linger, softly entwined,
In the stillness of the night.

Each whisper tells a story long gone,
Of laughter, tears, and fleeting time,
In the tapestry of days bygone,
The echoes of a silent chime.

Faces blur, but feelings remain,
A touch, a smell, a fleeting glance,
In the heart’s hidden, sacred domain,
They waltz in an endless dance.

Time may fade, but not erase,
The imprints left on the soul,
Memories, a timeless grace,
In life’s ever-changing scroll.