In the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
Echoes of laughter softly weave,
Through corridors of time long past,
Moments cherished, forever to last.

Beneath the stars where dreams reside,
A tapestry of memories, side by side,
Each whisper tells a forgotten tale,
Of love and loss, of joy and travail.

In quiet corners of a restless mind,
Fragments of yesterday are easy to find,
A fleeting scent, a song’s embrace,
Transporting souls to a familiar place.

As twilight fades, the heart still yearns,
For the warmth of memories, as the world turns,
In the gentle touch of time’s soft hand,
We find our past, where we still stand.