In the quiet corners of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
Memories weave their silent seams,
Etched in the heart’s tender space.

The golden hues of a distant dawn,
Embrace the soul with warmth anew,
As echoes of laughter, now withdrawn,
Paint the skies in a wistful hue.

Through the veil of time’s embrace,
Faces and places softly fade,
Yet their whispers in the heart’s space,
Keep the past’s gentle serenade.

In the dance of days long gone,
We find solace in the tender past,
For in every dusk and every dawn,
The memories are meant to last.