In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where echoes of laughter softly play,
Memories dance like fleeting shadows,
In the tapestry of yesterday.
The gentle touch of forgotten dreams,
Weaves through the silence, warm and bright,
Lingering whispers of cherished times,
Illuminate the dimmest night.
In every breath, a story lingers,
A tender sigh, a soft embrace,
Carving paths through the heart’s chambers,
Leaving traces time cannot erase.
As the stars paint the sky with light,
Memories awaken, free and bold,
In the depths of the soul they reside,
Forever young, forever old.