In the quiet whispers of the past,
Where memories like gentle shadows cast,
Lies a tapestry of moments dear,
Woven with threads of laughter and tear.

The sunlit days of innocence bright,
Dance in the corridors of fading light,
Their echoes linger in the soul’s embrace,
A tender touch, a fleeting trace.

Through seasons’ change and endless skies,
The heart holds onto time’s soft sighs,
Each memory a chapter, a silent song,
A place where lost dreams still belong.

In the garden of reflection’s bloom,
We find solace in love’s gentle room,
For though the years may swiftly flee,
In memories, forever, we shall be.