In the quiet of the night, the past unfolds,
A tapestry of memories, stories untold.
Whispering winds carry echoes of yore,
Reminders of moments we canât ignore.
Shadows dance with the ghosts of time,
Each step a rhythm, each breath a rhyme.
Faces and places, vivid yet blurred,
In the heartâs chamber, emotions stirred.
Through the corridors of forgotten dreams,
We wander lost in yesterdayâs streams.
Seeking solace in the gentle embrace,
Of days gone by, we cannot replace.
Yet in the dawn, a new day springs,
Hope awakens and softly sings.
For in the past, we find our way,
To build a brighter, better day.