In the quiet corners of a forgotten room,
Dusty frames hold echoes of laughter and tears.
Soft whispers of yesteryears linger,
Carrying tales of moments cherished, never to fade.
Golden sunsets paint the skies of memory,
Each hue a reminder of love’s gentle touch.
Breezes carry the scent of distant springs,
Where dreams once danced in twilight’s glow.
Footsteps on old wooden floors, a familiar song,
Resonate with the heartbeat of time.
In shadows cast by a waning sun,
We find the warmth of past embraces.
As stars weave stories in the night,
We gaze upon the tapestry of yesterday.
Through the corridors of our hearts,
The beauty of memories guides our way.