In the quiet shadows of the past,
Where whispers of old stories last,
Memories woven in timeâs vast thread,
Echo softly where theyâve fled.
Golden sunsets of forgotten days,
Paint the sky in amber haze,
Moments lost yet never gone,
In the heart, they linger on.
Through the corridors of faded light,
Time dances with the night,
Songs of laughter and of tears,
Resonate through the years.
As the past gently unfolds,
Its tender secrets it holds,
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
Lives the past we canât deny.